January 2011
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Iambic Pentameter Tote Bag- Poets.org - Poetry,... →
loveandzombies:
best book bag ever?
Yes!
For I am I: ergo, the truth of myself; my own sphinx, conflict, chaos,...
– Austin Osman Spare (via metaconscious)
Paris Review Daily – "My Rayannes," by Emma Straub →
fwriction:
Emma Straub meets Angela Chase. Monday win.
There are many painful, moving stories about female friendship out there—Amy Hempel’s In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson Is Buried, Ann Patchett’s Truth and Beauty, Thelma and Louise—but even the most beautiful stories about teenage girls fail to capture the obsessive, all-encompassing infatuations I remember. That is, all except one: My-So...
Our kiss was anticlimatic. It wasn’t that the kiss was bad, but it was just a...
– Nicole Krauss, Great House (via ephemerals)
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...
– ANAIS NIN (via thegirlwiththemessyhair)
There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid...
– Herman Hesse (via neonmedusa)
Best: “You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm.”
One recognizes the taste of a cake while eating it. At this moment, after all,...
– ‘cerpt from “The Sand in the Hourglass” by Czesław Miłosz (via aclockwithouthands)
He was a poet nevertheless, and his passion for poetry was indomitable: when he...
– From Pushkin’s Egyptian Nights (via clancummings)
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To exist one need only let oneself be,
but to live,
one must be someone,
to...
– Antonin Artaud, “The Pursuit of Fecality,” To Have Done with the Judgment of God (1947)
Salt Years - Shaylah Kloska
roadsidelions:
Whether you salt me or not We swallow our mouths together. We call states. Name together the animals we’d kill Singing O Dead Angels all the while. Whether or not I like it we buried Paper coffee can ink To a dead girl and dug her up When we built the boat. This is the keeping song: Sing All the salt years preserved. This is the kicking leg At teeth For taking All the...