February 2012
“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via nirvikalpa)
Anonymous asked: do you follow writing blogs such as thepocketmouse or theunabridgedjournal ?
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“A murmur of syllables,
air and water, words with no weight:
night unfolds and...”
– Octavio Paz, As One Listens to the Rain
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“Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their...”
– Marcel Proust
lungsattachedbywires:
“Buckled knees and whispering trees. Give me poems and a fistful of the sea.”
“Summer night—
even the stars
are whispering to each other.”
– Kobayashi Issa (via larmoyante)
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“I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the...”
– Octavio Paz
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“Poetry eyes set fire to parachuting words;
the night and sea of the self dance...”
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Anonymous asked: Seasons changed/ Memories erased/ Photographs lost/ Innocence stolen/ There is nothing to promise/ Love with anymore/ She didn't know what to do/ So she raised her delicate hands/ Towards the dark sky/ And everything fell to her feet/ The stars, planets and galaxies/ She gathered them/ And took them away/ To sleep at night and prayed/ For the pain to go away/ Happiness to return/ Hoping...
mitford:
I am imagining this world but I’m inviting you in So I can join you. In the old language, the language No one ever spoke, the language whose words In the scholarly papers are marked by stars, Asterisks that say this word exists by not existing.
— D. Beachy-Quick
mitford:
I am going to die of dark water and small hands the time bomb will go off and when it does you can wrap yourself in all of my poems.
— J. Clark
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“Her secret was listening to flowers. Because all flowers speak and sing, even...”
– Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
“In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In...”
– John Fowles (via floralnymph)
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no...”
– Henry Rollins (via floralnymph)
January 2012
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“The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest....”
– Gaston Bachelard
runpaddlewritelive asked: WHat does the star thing mean next to your avatar?
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“If poetry is a matrix mechanics of language, how can interpretations of poetry...”
– Amy Catanzano, Quantum Poetics
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“I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at...”
– Octavio Paz
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“Asleep you are bigger than the night,
but your dream fits within this...”
– Octavio Paz, Last Dawn
I have a baby lop eared bunny!
Photos to come soon. :)
Something that is fleeting is far more intriguing than something that goes on and on, with the same repeated melody.
So, I am going to sing my last song, and then disappear…
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“My dearest memories are
Steep stair-wells
In dusty buildings
On dead-end...”
– Charles Simic
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“This soul should fly from me, and I be changed
unto some brutish beast.
All...”
– Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus, 1588
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“I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward...”
– Richard Brautigan, Star Hole
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“Far-off
at the core of space
at the quick
of time
5 beats
and goes still...”
– D.H. Lawrence, Swan
My psychology book smells like chocolate. That might be my fault.
My classed can’t get any better. Astronomy, Art, Math and Psychology.
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“…far ahead a little golden moon daintily, graciously dances in the blue...”
– Katherine Mandfield
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“Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my...”
– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
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“If I’m lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawn’s...”
– Adrienne Rich
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“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, “Lying in Sadness”
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“I had a good-talking candle
last night in my bedroom.
I was very tired but I...”
– Richard Brautigan, A Good-Talking Candle
There is no place like New York.
December 2011
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amongthedays asked: 9.
I’m on the president’s list at my school. This makes me so happy.
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I appreciate people thinking I am brilliant. However, this comes with a price. I am a deeply disturbed person.
sycamore-sidhe asked: Back in March, I was in the Arctic. Two friends and I were watching the stars on the pier of a frozen lake. Suddenly an aurora burst across the sky, like a curtain of green silk lifting above the world. Strands of frayed fabric floated across the sky. Spellbound, wordless, we walked over the ice, as if in a dream. The northern lights tinted the snow, faint green beneath the midnight blue night. I...
Anonymous asked: This isn't going to amount to the words from everyone else, but the only beautiful thing I could think to tell you is that your blog is absolutely amazing. Everything is so enchanting. I think your blog is one of the best blogs I have followed in such a long, long time.
amongthedays asked: You are on tiptoe, the roof of your house trembling, praying it is strong enough to hold you up. You are talking a star out of falling, and getting nowhere. It wants a new life, one that does not involve poking its head head through the sky, even when it is tired, just to listen to the wishes of humans. You are stroking its face, hot with fury. You are telling it to move to a deeper part of the...
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“The pulsing symphony of a star enchanted me forever.”