February 2010
47 posts
cosmia, joanna newsom.
when you ate, i saw your eyelashes saw them shake like wind on rushes in the cornfield when she called me moths surround me, thought they’d drown me and i miss your precious heart and i miss your precious heart dried rose petals, red round circles frame your eyes and stain your knuckles and all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, water in but though i tried so...
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“no,” he said, “my ghosts are not there.” (you have ghosts?) (of course i have ghosts.) (what are your ghosts like?) (they are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.) (this is also where my ghosts reside.) (you have ghosts?) (of course i have ghosts.) (but you are a child.) (i am not a child.) (but you have not known love.) (these are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)”
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“don’t you know? there is no modern romance.”
– “modern romance,” yeah yeah yeahs
“I wondered if I was a warrior in this life and if I had been a warrior in a previous life. Lonely and laughing, I fell asleep. I didn’t dream at all, not one bit. Or perhaps I dreamed but remembered none of it. Instead, I woke early the next morning, before sunrise, and went out into the world. I walked past my car. I stepped onto the pavement, still warm from the previous day’s...
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i have dreams about kissing the soft spot on your neck, where the skin sinks down and makes a dry lakebed between your collar bones. i have dreams about the roots that grow from your toes, down, through the quilts, through the floor, into the soil. i have dreams about your fingers interlaced with mine, a spiderweb made of sweetness and spoil. i wake up, and for a moment i have forgotten what it...
“i am not young enough to know everything.”
– oscar wilde
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1941
By: Ruth Stone
I wore a large brim hat like the women in the ads. How thin I was: such skin. Yes. It was Indianapolis; a taste of sin. You had a natural Afro; no money for a haircut. We were in the seedy part; the buildings all run-down; the record shop, the jazz impeccable. We moved like the blind, relying on our touch. At the corner coffee shop, after an hour’s play, with our serious game...
“i listened when they told me: if it burns you, let it go.”
– “change is hard,” she & him
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“from city to town,” greenland is...
“there’s no point to any of this. it’s all just a random lottery of...”
– ethan hawke, “reality bites”
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some poets just never become irrelevant.
Tulips
By: Sylvia Plath
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and...
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“confidence is 10% hard work and 90% delusion.”
– tina fey
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A Windmill Makes A Statement
By: Cate Marvin
You think I like to stand all day, all night, all any kind of light, to be subject only to wind? You are right. If seasons undo me, you are my season. And you are the light making off with its reflection as my stainless steel fins spin.
On lawns, on lawns we stand, we windmills make a statement. We turn air, churn air, turning always on...
“i wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. i wanted excitement and...”
– leo tolstoy, “anna karenina”
kill off your demons before your heart turns into...
i don’t know how. please, please, friends - remind me how.
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“but me, i’m not a gamble — you can count on me to split. the love i...”
– “lua,” bright eyes
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Love After Love
By: Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for...
“and if it’s crowded, all the better,
because we know we’re gonna be up late....”
– “all my friends,” lcd soundsystem
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