Quotes about alcove

A collection of quotes on the topic of alcove.

    Quotes about alcove

    Philip José Farmer photo

    “Prometheus, I have no Titan's might,
    Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart,
    For daytime's vulture talons tear apart
    The tender alcoves built by love at night.”

    Philip José Farmer (1918–2009) American science fiction writer

    "In Common" in Starlanes #14 (April 1954); re-published in Pearls From Peoria (2006)

    Love, Tear, Heart, Night
    Nathalia Crane photo

    “A thousand ardent oilers swung the long spout 'twixt their nods,
    And tried to glimpse a meaning in the challenge of the gods.

    And then one night there landed on a Mineola swale
    A plane that looked like pewter, with a carrier of mail.

    Its wings were tinged like tea-box skins, each truss of shadow gray,
    Its cabin but an alcove slung beneath a metal ray.

    The Spirit of St. Louis was inscribed upon the lee;
    It came from out a province that had never seen the sea.”

    Nathalia Crane (1913–1998) American writer

    Venus Invisible and Other Poems (1928), The Wings of Lead

    God, Tea, Sea, Night
    Charles Bukowski photo

    “Janeway Smithson was a little, insane, grey-haired bantam rooster of a man. He loaded five or six of us in one cab, and we rolled down to the bed of the L. A. River. Now in those days the L. A. River was a fake - there was no water, just a wide, flat, dry cement runway. The bums lived down there by the hundreds in little cement alcoves under the bridges and overpasses. Some of them even had potted plants in front of their places. All they needed to live like kings was canned heat (Sterno) and what they picked out of the nearby garbage dump. They were tan and relaxed and most of them looked a hell of a lot healthier than the average Los Angeles business man. Those guys down there had no problems with women, income tax, landlords, burial expenses, dentists, time payments, car repairs, or with climbing into a voting booth and pulling the curtain closed.”

    Charles Bukowski book Factotum

    Source: Factotum (1975), Ch. 71

    Women, Angels, Cars, Guy
    Ray Bradbury photo

    “Oh come, please come, to the Poor Mouth Fair
    Where the Saints kneel round in their underwear
    And say out prayers that most need saying
    For needful sinners who've forgotten praying;
    And in every alcove and niche you spy
    The living dead who envy the long since gone
    Who never wished to die.”

    Ray Bradbury (1920–2012) American writer

    Christ, Old Student in a New School (1972)

    Envy, Dead