June 2012
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"To his lost lover" - Simon Armitage
curious-earth:
Now they are no longer any trouble to each other he can turn things over, get down to that list of things that never happened, all of the lost unfinishable business. For instance… for instance, how he never clipped and kept her hair, or drew a hairbrush through that style of hers, and never knew how not to blush at the fall of her name in close company. How they never slept like...
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from: "Dreams of Rescue" by Bronwen Wallace
hateshiploveship:
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I will be glad for morning for the brief light that delivers us into its own kind of certainty where the dream you woke me from becomes a message I can puzzle over. While the love I feel for you now is like the story a mother tells her child at bedtime, knowing it only serves to carry her into a land of strangers where she must dream her own rescue from whatever scraps...
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Refusing Silence
Heartbeat trembling
your kingdom
of leaves
near the ceremony
of water, I never
insisted on you. I admit
I delayed. I was the Empress
of Delay. But it can’t be
put off now. On the sacred branch
of my only voice – I insist.
Insist for us all,
which is the job
of the voice, and especially
of the poet. Else
what am I for, what use
am I if I don’t
insist?
There are messages to send....
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“Why do we read a poem? Because it opens a wound. Or because it closes a wound....”
– Kevin Hart (via konagrown)
May 2012
15 posts
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crashinglybeautiful:
In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I was. Yet I, the changed one, ask: “How you been?” He grins and looks at me. “I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees.”
–Wendell Berry, courtesy of Whiskey River & Poem in...
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“In sleep I am looking
for poems in the shape of open
V’s of birds flying in...”
– (via proustitute)
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“Didn’t I stand there once, white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper, swearing...”
– mother-ground: Anniversary
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“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the...”
– Carl Sagan (via shaktilover)
“We will meet again
in the lake
you as water
I as lotus blossom
You will...”
– Rose Ausländer, “Love VI” (translated by Vincent Homolka)
“And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles”
– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via emotional-algebra)
“No need to hurry.
No need to sparkle.
No need to be anybody but oneself.”
– Virginia Woolf (via shaktilover)
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“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your...”
– Lawrence M. Krauss
(via quintezzence)
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“Art offers the possibility of love with strangers.”
– Walter Hopps (1932–2005)
April 2012
11 posts
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“In Dream
Black and enduring separation
I share equally with you.
Why...”
– (via journalofanobody)
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“…we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still...”
– Philip Larkin, from “The Mower” (via aubade)
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“In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one...”
– Ram Dass (via saturnrising)
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After Years
Today, from a distance, I saw you,
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small...
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“Meditation does not involve discontinuing one’s relationship with oneself and...”
– Chögyam Trungpa from Laura Dunn’s post Satsang: Learning to See. (via crashinglybeautiful)
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You Don't Know What Love Is (an evening with...
You don’t know what love is Bukowski said
I’m 51 years old look at me
I’m in love with this young broad
I got it bad but she’s hung up too
so it’s all right man that’s the way it should be
I get in their blood and they can’t get me out
They try everything to get away from me
but they all come back in the end
They all came back to me except
the one...
March 2012
42 posts
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“Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people...”
– John Berger
[adapted from Maps Inchoate] (via mythologyofblue)
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“If dreaming really were a kind of truce
(as people claim), a sheer repose of...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, Dream (via lesfantomes)
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“Here, when I say I never want to be without you,
somewhere else I am...”
– From “Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem” by Bob Hicok (via whenwetalkaboutlove)
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Across A Great Wilderness Without You
airwalker:
The deer come out in the evening. God bless them for not judging me, I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe and make strange noises at them— language, if language can be a kind of crying. The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow, each bullet hole suffused with moon, like the platinum thread beyond them where the river runs the...
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“The world is full of paper. Write to me. Agha Shahid Ali, “Stationery””
– Mythology of Blue:
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God Says Yes To Me
dreaminginthedeepsouth:
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic and she said yes I asked her if it was okay to be short and she said it sure is I asked her if I could wear nail polish or not wear nail polish and she said honey she calls me that sometimes she said you can do just exactly what you want to Thanks God I said And is it even okay if I don’t paragraph my letters ...
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“Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,...”
– Mindful by Mary Oliver (via growing-orbits)
Leaving, Pam Brown
kathleenjoy:
so now i have to pack my forests and baggages. so now i have to pack my eagles and teardust. and the way you talked to overflow. and the way you were so fast to change into your many shades of sorrow. and the way you swept the miracles away from your shabby gentility. and the way you trembled as you chose the latest props. so hello attache case face. hello briefcase...
“Lately, I am capable only of small things.
Is it enough
to feel the heart...”
– Olena Kalytiak Davis, “Postcard” (And Her Soul Out of Nothing, University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)
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“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to...”
– Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral” (source: npr)
forgetlings:
(Snow snow snow in Sofia.
I miss you so much & I love you. I see your wild red hair on wrong faces or the way someone stands hipped like you & my soul pivots & I miss you.
We had our kiss & that familiar mystic turning away, the long gaze of our uncoupling; but I am your Umdichtung, I am a poem woven around you, made from you & because of you.
Someday in the...
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Good Night
whenwetalkaboutlove:
I wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name.
J. Bradley