July 2009
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a vote for the gentle light
a vote for the gentle light burned senseless by other people’s constant depression, I pull the curtains apart, aching for the gentle light. it’s there, it’s there somewhere, I’m sure. oh, the faces of depression, expressions pulled down into the gluey dark. the bitter small sour mouths, the self-pity, the self-justification is too much, all too much. the faces in shadow,...
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The Starry Night, Anne Sexton
poetry365:
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. Then I got out at night to paint the stars. —Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want...
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Dear, though the night is gone,
Its dream still haunts today,
That brought us...
– W.H. Auden
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Variations on the Word Love
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It’s the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all...
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Advice to Young Poets
Never pretend to be a unicorn by sticking a plunger on your head
— Martín Espada
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fuckyeahphilosophy:
Alain de Botton: A kinder, gentler philosophy of success (Ted Talks 2009)
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Lines
Draw a line. Write a line. There. Stay in line, hold the line, a glance between the lines is fine but don’t turn corners, cross, cut in, go over or out, between two points of no return’s a line of flight, between two points of view’s a line of vision. But a line of thought is rarely straight, an open line’s no party line, however fine your point. A line of fire...
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Concerning the Afterlife, the Indians of Central...
It is morning because the sun has risen. I wake slowly in the early heat, pick berries from the thorny vines. They are deep red, sugar-heavy, fuzzed with dust. The eucalyptus casts a feathered shadow on the house which gradually withdraws. After breakfast you will swim and I am going to read that hard man Thomas Hobbes on the causes of the English civil wars. There are no women in his...
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Where do you buy your vinyl at?
Websites? Suggestions? I use Amazon and eBay a lot…
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A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention, Yehuda...
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They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I’m concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They dismantled us Each from the other. As far as I’m concerned They are all engineers. All of them. A pity. We were such a good And loving invention. An aeroplane made from a man and wife. Wings and everything. We hovered a little above the earth. We even flew a little.
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to...
– Anaïs Nin
ti voglio bene
(via soiledteenagedgirlfriend)
la ringrazio, io ti amo troppo
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P.S.
Next time we walk the pool trail, I hope the bear comes closer so I can fight it off with my giant walking stick.
I am thankful
that I did not get mauled by a bear. Thanksgiving comes early.
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A recap of my night in a list
First, let me tell you that I tried to make an audio post but tumblr hates me and it doesn’t recognize my number.
Second, all of this can be verified by Bizzy, Nick, and Logan.
Tonight we all went for a three mile walk along the Pool Trail.
The trail is a dirt path that runs through the middle of the hills.
It begins at our side of town, by my apartment, and ends on the other side of...
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