Marissa Mullins is a Southern-American writer and poet from South Carolina, USA. Her work has appeared in numerous small-press, literary magazines since 1992 including ELM (Eureka Literary Magazine), 50+Magazine, San Fernando Poetry Journal, Christian New Age Quarterly, and Buckle&. She served as the editor for CCEQ (Carolina Christian Education Quarterly) from 1999 to 2001.
Influences: Edgar Allen Poe, Franz Kafka, Rainer Rilke, T.S. Elliott, and CS Lewis to the largest degree. Sylvia Plath, Flannery O’Connor, Robert Goolrich, Bill Bryson, Nietzsche, Harper Lee, Margaret Atwood, Brunonia Barry, and many others.
Other Places: Feels as if I’m everywhere! You can find me on Twitter, Facebook, at any of my other blogs – At The Car Lot, or Open Salon. I often cross-post, but most sites have original, individual content. Please, Follow on Twitter, Like on Facebook, and/or subscribe to some more blogs…Blessings!
The Meaning of Existence by Les Murray
Everything except language
knows the meaning of existence.
Trees, plants, rivers, time
know nothing else. They express it
moment by moment as the universe.
Even this fool of a body
lives it in part, and would
have full dignity within it
but for the ignorant freedom
of my talking mind.
He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
“She would often keep a discreet silence about subjects that mattered to her the most,…. Her very silence was a stolid marker of its depth.” ~from Flannery: A Life of Flannery O’Connor, by Brad Gooch.
Some of my Favorite Quotes
“Gypsy gold does not chink or glitter, it gleams in the sun and neighs in the dark.” ~Gypsy Proverb
“There are such things as false truths and honest lies.” ~Gypsy Proverb
“A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.” – James Joyce
“It’s raining my soul, it’s raining, but it’s raining dead eyes.” – Guillaume Apollinaire
Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in deserving them.
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.