March 2012
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'your eyes. my heart. brief as photos.'
last night i dreamt we were to meet and i was so excited. so happy. then the hassles. dream hassles staying true to what would likely be the least of the waking hassles if this impossible thing were to ever occur.
i walked in the rain with, let’s for the sake of brevity say, my husband and vented to him about your wife’s unreasonable attitude toward our planned meeting. ...
February 2012
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I Have These Echoes
airwalker:
Just as that honeybee goes through his day busy, as they say collecting his nectar He has no idea that his real purpose is spreading the pollination of an entire world. This then is how you are going through your day busy, as they say Running your errands having no idea the effect you are having on people like me. I should have been a motorcycle man you know, full time. And I could...
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“If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony;...”
– Simon Van Booy (via anatomyalice)
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After I Said It
softcollapse:
And after I said it After I fell from the window
After I turned down the bed of history Turned down the ocean road
Far enough down the ocean road To dune-grasses, seagulls
In these other days In another life
I did not say it And in a different life
In my third life I did not even think it
At the window In my favorite blue shirt
Light sparkling up from the water In my...
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“If I knew where to find you
I would say goodbye
and have the hurtful ease of...”
– Tess Gallagher, “The Calm” (via whenwetalkaboutlove)
“if we are lonely
it might be because
we let go too soon...”
– Kathleen Novak, Reasons Why (via grammatolatry)
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“And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.”
– William Blake, from “Broken Love” (via euchrid)
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“I think people who vibrate at the same frequency, vibrate toward each other....”
– Erykah Badu
(via 0rgasms)
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...and the beautiful room is empty
“Sometimes I have the feeling that we’re in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word and immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. He’s sure to open the door again, for it’s a room...
January 2012
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Epithalament
grammatolatry:
“Other weddings are so shrewd on the sofa, short
and baffled, bassett-legged. All things knuckled, I have no winter left, in my sore rememory,
to melt down for drinking water. Shrunk down. Your wedding slides the way wiry dark hairs do, down
a swimming pool drain. So I am drained. Sincerely. I wish you every chapped bird on this
pilgrimage to hold your hem up from the dust. Dust is...
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The Conspiracy
You send me your poems,
I’ll send you mine.
Things tend to awaken
even through random communication
Let us suddenly
proclaim spring. And jeer
at the others,
all the others.
I will send a picture too
if you will send me one of you.
Robert Creeley
With thanks to womaninterrupted.tumblr.com/
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wisps:
nothing better than a journey to you /...
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“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via madaeli26
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Hanging Up
motherground:
I used to wait by the telephone, expecting self-love to fall absolutely from the sky. Today he wants me to go back to Balsa Avenue and open up our old front door. In my mind flames burned that house and took the doors. He forgets that, in the middle of making love, God spoke, cracked the ceiling above us, and warned watch out. It was as if a meteor were speeding toward us...
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"All I Have To Say For Myself"
airwalker:
The last time you came to see me there were anchors in your eyes, hardback books in your posture. You were the five star general of sureness, a crisp white tuxedo of a man.
I was fiddling with my worn coat pockets, puffing false confidence ghosts in the cold January air. My hands were shitty champagne flutes brimming with cheap merlot. I couldn’t touch you without ruining...
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What Was
grammatolatry:
“The streets fill with cabs and limos,
with the happy laughter of the very drunk;
the benches in Washington Square Park, briefly occupied by lovers, have been reclaimed by men who stretch out coughing under the Chronicle.
We’re sitting on the cold slab of a cathedral step, and to keep myself
from kissing you I stare at the cartoony blue neon face of a moose, set over the eponymous...
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The Loneliest Job in the World
rabbit-light:
As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by...
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dreaminginthedeepsouth:
RESOLVE TO SEEK WHOLENESS
Unless you let the truth of life teach you on its own terms, unless you develop some concrete practices for recognizing and overcoming your dualistic mind, you will remain in the first half of life forever—as most humanity has up to now. In the first half of life, you cannot work with the imperfect, nor can you accept the magic sense of life,...
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Reader's Block - a quick read about no longer... →
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Snowshoe to Otter Creek
softcollapse:
love lasts by not lasting —Jack Gilbert
I’m mapping this new year’s vanishings: lover, yellow house, the knowledge of surfaces. This is not a story of return. There are times I wish I could erase the mind’s lucidity, the difficulty of Sundays, my fervor to be touched by a woman two Februarys gone. What brings the body back, grieved and cloven,...
“In this world of dreams, drifting off still more; and once again speaking and...”
– (via journalofanobody)
December 2011
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