John Geddes

“...nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...”

“...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...”

“...evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...”

“...we each harbor a shadow self with shadowy motives and murky desires...”

“...I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem...”

“...people demonize certain types of crime - it's a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters...”

“...we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...”

“...you lifted the veil when you admitted you had no memory of that day - it was so special and your lack of recall so monstrous...”

“...they say a reformed roue makes the best husband, but, Oh! Didn't they tell you? Monsters can't be reformed...”

“when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud”

“...I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship...”

“...you forget love - though you fled from them, you secretly loved the monsters of your childhood...”

“...but you - women like you are dangerous- ominous – take care, Love – men will first fear you, then later, turn you into a deity...”

“...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...”

“...our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives...”

“...Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch...”

“...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...”

“...why do people venerate Einstein or Bill Gates? Clive Bell explains: Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age....”

“...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words...”

“...when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...”

“...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...”

“...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...”

“...I put you on the pedestal - made you a saint - dare I blaspheme?...”

“...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...”

“...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...”

“...I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...”

“...Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, “Too fair to worship, too divine to love.”...”

“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...”

“...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...”

“...you knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on...”

“...surely by now you must know: It’s love; it’s love—but will there ever be good news?...”

“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...”

“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”

“...You say you don't mistrust me, yet you quote Chrysostom - Hell is paved with priests' skulls....”

“...maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks...”

“...writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...”

“...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...”

“...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?...”

“...I think our 'changes' are not as radical as we suppose - in some way we persist as us...”

“...you can't be intimate unless you're sensitive...”

“...allowing yourself to be vulnerable makes you weak but also opens you to the nuances of beauty...”

“...my thoughts reach out like prayers to you - and if you are quiet, you can hear...”

“...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...”

“...I keep breaking things - appointments and porcelain, thinking of your lips...”

“...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...”

“...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles...”

“...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...”

“...at some point we must achieve our identity -we can't be always in adolescence seeking who we are...”

“...that icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...”

“...the art of Europe is drowned in the centuries in the war-scarred face of a motherland..”