The ink of lovesongs

Ink, a Drug.

Language has not the power to speak what love indites
The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes

It was important for me to get involved with ‘Ink, Not ’ just because of what it’s about. It’s about really talking about the cruelty to animals, what they have to go through. I’m most definitely a big fan of ink, as you can see, and … I would rather wear ink than mink any day.

A drop of ink can make a million think.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

When I contemplate the physical spaces that articulate the letters 'I love you' in a written text, I may be led to think about other spaces, for example the space that lies between 'you' in the text and you in my life.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

The properties of ink are peculiar and contradictory: it may be used to make reputations and unmake them; to blacken them and to make them white; but it is most generally and acceptably employed as a mortar to bind together the stones of an edifice of fame, and as a whitewash to conceal afterward the rascal quality of the material.

I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead.

Writing is magic, as much the water of life as any other creative art. The water is free. So drink. Drink and be filled up.

Words writ in waters.

I keep water in my pockets, as portable fish tanks. My love letters often get soggy with sentimentality.