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"How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite."

“There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.”

—Georges Braque, born on this day in 1882. (via sfmoma)

(via yama-bato)

“Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, surprise, disorder, unlawfullness, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.”

—Bernard Mickey Wrangle, the Woodpecker. Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins (via cmcthree)

(via understandingthevoices)

“Do stuff, be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.”

—Susan Sontag (via gigasunlove)

(Source: freyjageist, via understandingthevoices)

apoetreflects:

Look / maybe this is the place we’ve been /
waiting for, maybe this place / is the day, inside us, inside each /
corpuscle, the day, that day, everyday is / inside, my body, your body,
everyday is / this thread, everyday you said, come / get me, everyday
you said, it’s been way too long / you said, bye-bye, bye-bye, not a day /
went by, the thin, the thread, so thin, this thread, are you still / here,
is it still, your heart, is it well / well welling?

—Nick Flynn, closing lines to “haiku (failed),” from Jubilat (no. 19)

“

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own dinners,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The thing is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

”

—All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

“If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world.”

—Jack Gilbert, from “A Brief for the Defense” (via muscovite)

Short Talk on Orchids

gammasandgerunds:

by Anne Carson

We live by tunneling for we are people buried alive. To me, the tunnels you make will seem strangely aimless, uprooted orchids. But the fragrance is undying. A Little Boy has run away from Amherst a few Days ago, writes Emily Dickinson in a letter of 1883, and when asked where he was going, he replied, Vermont or Asia.

—Plainwater (Knopf, 1995)

“As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.”

—Anne Sexton, from “Small Wire” in The Complete Poems: Anne Sexton (Mariner Books, 1999)

(Source: oofpoetry, via apoetreflects)

humansofnewyork: “It’s been passed around between my friends. It’s like The Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants. Except it’s not pants. It’s a snake vertebrae.” (San Francisco, CA)

humansofnewyork:

“It’s been passed around between my friends. It’s like The Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants. Except it’s not pants. It’s a snake vertebrae.”

(San Francisco, CA)

“Poems are not made out of words. They’re made out of emotional absences, rips and tears. That’s the incomplete true fabric of the text. ”

—Eileen Myles, here. (via muscovite)

“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

—Virgina Woolf (via hellanne)

(via thefuryofovershoes)

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