les deserts de l'amour,

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die.

Personal writing -
birdsongsofpersia.tumblr.com

Email - Tofeelalive (at) gmail (dot) com

and another fuller, older map -
http://stolencompass.livejournal.com/

Language must possess all the scales of music. The writer must always, unfailingly, use a word that pulsates, that conveys a thing, that can wound the soul so it yelps. A writer must sense the hidden power of words, give his language sudden effects. It should have a hectic, tormented energy that rushes through one like a wind, it should possess hidden intoxicating tenderness that nestles into the senses, it should be raucous like a sailor’s song in a storm, or sigh with the intensity of a person overcome with tears.

—Knut Hamsun