poetry &.

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Thu, 30 May 2013 18:27:34 -0400

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Mon, 27 May 2013 20:35:22 -0400

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Tue, 21 May 2013 12:06:26 -0400

nevver: Tom Phillips

Mon, 20 May 2013 12:11:07 -0400

nevver:

Tom Phillips

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Sun, 19 May 2013 19:24:45 -0400

"Love isn’t always magic. Sometimes it’s just melting. Where it’s black and blue. Where it hurts the..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:12:25 -0400

“Love
isn’t always magic.
Sometimes it’s just melting.
Where it’s black and blue.
Where it hurts the most.”

- Andrea Gibson - Maybe I Need You (via thelip0finsanity)

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Wed, 15 May 2013 15:56:30 -0400

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Tue, 14 May 2013 13:11:15 -0400

ericboydblog: WOOL, an old poem when I was 21. I’d been talking...

Sun, 12 May 2013 23:18:07 -0400

ericboydblog:

WOOL, an old poem when I was 21. I’d been talking to a publisher in Iowa that was interested in releasing a book of poems. I never did that.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 09:58:39 -0400

"But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin."

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:01:51 -0400

“But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.”

- Aldous Huxley (1894–1963), from Brave New World (via flommus)

"I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me."

Sat, 11 May 2013 20:46:32 -0400

“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.”

- Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (1973)

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Thu, 09 May 2013 15:04:11 -0400

theparisreview: The moon is sick. I fear she’ll diefrom lack of...

Thu, 09 May 2013 14:35:40 -0400

theparisreview:

The moon is sick. I fear she’ll die
from lack of love, from poverty
and homelessness, lost in the sky,
our daughter dropping down the sea
of negligence. And who will glow
on walkers in the night? The moon
will glow and nobody will know
although her name and white balloon
will look the same. But she’ll be gone.
Scholars will say, “She went. She was
an obscure custom of a race
of fools.” The moon is sick, and on
the crackled face, a pox, a buzz
of priests are nailing her in place.

—Willis Barnstone, “The Moon Is Sick”
Photography Credit Spencer Lowell

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Thu, 09 May 2013 14:07:38 -0400

"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the..."

Thu, 09 May 2013 13:39:29 -0400

“Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via theotherway)

theunseeliequeen: Favorite Little Things → Writing

Thu, 09 May 2013 13:35:46 -0400

theunseeliequeen:

Favorite Little Things → Writing

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Thu, 09 May 2013 13:34:28 -0400

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Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:31:57 -0400

"Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through..."

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 20:35:36 -0400

“Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.”

- Pablo Neruda, It is Born (via mycoldsea)