May 2012
21 posts
Zadie Smith reads a Frank O'Hara poem as voice... →
(via viceandvirtueintexas)
Ooh just when I thought I couldn’t love her any more than I already do.
“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of...”
– Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa (via amethyste-heart)
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“We tell ourselves stories in order to live… We live entirely, especially...”
– Joan Didion
theribsandrips:
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fleurishes:
I still don’t know exactly what it means to be beautiful,
but I imagine that Roald Dahl got it close enough:
Crooked noses, criss-cross teeth— happiness so loud and heavy it rearranges the position of bones, muscle.
But then there are people who are quietly, softly beautiful, like a summer rain, and you want to stand beneath them and tilt your head back...
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“A POEM IS A MIRROR WALKING DOWN A STRANGE STREET.”
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti (via muscovite)
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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow...”
– W.B. Yeats
Slow Dance
uber-alles:
More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance between the couch and dinning room table, at the end of the party, while the person we love has gone to bring the car around because it’s begun to rain and would break their heart if any part of us got...
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"Survival Poem #17," Marty McConnell
punch-in-the-face-poetry:
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day...
“I go to sleep and wake up
different. You make a lengthy
drive across Iowa to...”
– wendy xu, it’s almost my birthday don’t tell anyone (via grammatolatry)
“The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.”
– May Sarton, born May 3, 1912 (via wwnorton)
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“The idea that you might end up in a job that doesn’t allow you to be who...”
– Miranda July
“Maybe to know sex fully
one has to risk being destroyed by it.”
– Sharon Olds (via debaucherie)
April 2012
30 posts
“Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards...”
– Dean Young, excerpt from Poem Without Forgiveness (via theoryoflostthings)
“I want to write a sad poem but I’m not sad.
I am less than sad. Negative sad. I...”
– “The Oregon Trail is undergoing photosynthesis,” Gregory Sherl (via clavicola)
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“The cure for anything is salt water- sweat, tears, or the sea.”
– Isak Dinesen
“I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry,...”
– Dean Young, excerpt from “Changing Genres” (via poetree-house)
“Tonight I’ve watched
The moon and then
the Pleiades
go down
The night is...”
– Sappho (via palussomni)
heartworm
n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.
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“I caution you as I was never cautioned:
You will never let go, you will never...”
– Louise Glück
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely...”
– ― Hunter S. Thompson (via dommy-tsunami)
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“…when we appeal to some notion of an unmodified or undecorated body, we...”
– Dean Spade Dress to Kill, Fight to Win | LTTR
“The neutral body does not exist” - ashleyaron
(via kathleenjoy)
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"The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel
apiarymagazine:
THE QUIET WORLD
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at...
thetargetbird:
Strange world: you’ve moved on as I suggested there be a recoil but without exceptions the rules force all intimacy to be in repose; so far I’ve exploded the commitment and committed to the kinetic architecture of the hands — shame on you for building all cures without shade to cool down in. Something in my debris chips at the neck, plunged by a panicky matador’s sword,...
“I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing...”
– Anne Sexton, “Frenzy” (via litverve)
nantes:
Two Short Talks by Anne Carson
Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls. Short Talk on Hedonism by Anne Carson...
“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it...”
– Catherine Breillat (via voixdouce)
“In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get...”
– Mortimer Jerome Adler (via odaro)
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Untitled | Megan Kaminski
muscovite:
Tracks carve through Florida florid wetlands wilderness breaks down my estuarial intent he fell in love with the s-curve of her neck to spine
simple mathematics could explain the reappearance of other things too do we all dream of swash-buckling adventures and text anxiety mothers sharpening knives let’s track...
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“I am alone in a hostile world. The human face is hideous. This is to my liking....”
– Virginia Woolf,The Waves. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
grant-me-serenity:
“Then a woman came out wearing a red dress the size of a whisper, lit a smoke and the smoke’s smoke acted all floaty and sexy and better than us, and she was like, want one, and we were like, yes.”
Excerpt from Speaking American by Bob Hicok