May 2011
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tulabiosuperior:
Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be...
April 2011
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Summer
The air reeks of plum juice and madness; I sleep without blankets and pray I won’t dream of you.
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February 2011
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January 2011
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December 2010
46 posts
Rough Magic.: Survival Poem #17 →
skankk:
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work
ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE
One winter night while the soup was boiling in the fireplace, he missed the heat of the back of his store, the buzzing of the sun on the dusty almond trees, the whistle of the train during the lethargy of siesta time, just as in Macondo he had missed the winter soup in the fireplace, the cries of the coffee vendor, and the fleeting larks of springtime. Upset by two nostalgias facing each other...
One Hundred Years of Solitude
pinpricks:
Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that Jose Arcadio Buendia was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.
by Gabriel García...
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The Flying Heart →
Awesome little illustrated book by Amaya Uscola; if you click the link at the top you can read the whole thing.
pavarti:
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just...
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frida kahlo to marty mcconnell
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor...
Elegy for the Unsaid
In this mouth I gather darkness, an aria, rosewater tongue, tympanic bone, a poem more quiet than quietness, a bronze song, something undone, salvia, a crushed butterfly. It is the blood on a light bulb, the seventh sadness, a fluctuation that closes oceans and eyes. The vermilion and solitary luminary shimmies and singes the feathers of the aviary. Moon, the clock’s word, dear mother, ruin,...
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“I regret bitterly
The years of loving you in both
Your presence and absence,...”
– Louise Glück, Circe’s Torment (via tell-me-everything)
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unpetaling:
Put your pale arms around my neck. Let me hold your heart like a flower lest it bloom and collapse.
—Anne Sexton, Rapunzel
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unpetaling:
Small as a doll in my dress of innocence I lay dreaming your epic, image by image.
—Electra on Azalea Path, Sylvia Plath
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