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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>astronomicarum of the moonlit mind</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @sleepinginthesnow)</generator><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"That which is known has value only by virtue of the dark. This cannot be otherwise. A thing known..."</title><description>“That which is known has value only by virtue of the dark. This cannot be otherwise. A thing known passes out of the mind into the muscles, the will is quit of it, save only when set into vibration by the forces of darkness opposed to it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;William Carlos Williams&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/48481078047</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/48481078047</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Apr 2013 20:25:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I have an endless scream in me…"</title><description>“I have an endless scream in me…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/46317466694</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/46317466694</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 01:05:42 -0400</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"Could it think, the heart would stop beating."</title><description>“Could it think, the heart would stop beating.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/44989244251</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/44989244251</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2013 21:26:03 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_men2p2pg6R1reeu8zo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/44080924152</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/44080924152</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 15:31:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There’s a beast 
on the margin of my dream, a frothing white thing 
eager to fling me crashing..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;There’s a beast &lt;br/&gt;
on the margin of my dream, a frothing white thing &lt;br/&gt;
eager to fling me crashing against rock.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;There’s no way out.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Claire Keyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/43127415178</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/43127415178</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:23:39 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which..."</title><description>“The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/42484285495</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/42484285495</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2013 23:37:02 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It..."</title><description>“I have lived on the lip&lt;br/&gt;
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,&lt;br/&gt;
knocking on a door. It opens.&lt;br/&gt;
I’ve been knocking from the inside.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rumi&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/42330467470</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/42330467470</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2013 23:00:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"There’s a tyranny of language in my fluted bones."</title><description>“There’s a tyranny of language in my fluted bones.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Yusef Komunyakaa&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41673666187</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41673666187</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 22:52:41 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache"</title><description>“I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://nirvikalpa.tumblr.com/"&gt;nirvikalpa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41244099252</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41244099252</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:15:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
Aaron Copland, How We Listen
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/4e4a94653ecc43bbf59354c80dd907a7/tumblr_mh1oeoDJZa1qagppao1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aaron Copland, &lt;em&gt;How We Listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41216805854</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41216805854</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 15:47:00 -0500</pubDate><category>music</category><category>lit</category></item><item><title>The more you erase me, the more I feel myself disappear.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The more you erase me, the more I feel myself disappear.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41146373730</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/41146373730</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2013 18:37:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"If I respect myself and believe in what I’m doing, no one can touch me."</title><description>“If I respect myself and believe in what I’m doing, no one can touch me.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fiona Apple (via &lt;a href="http://nirvikalpa.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;nirvikalpa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40502392804</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40502392804</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 01:07:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Dissolving the body is a simple trick. Ring a low circle of candles about the middle of the page...."</title><description>“Dissolving the body is a simple trick. Ring a low circle of candles about the middle of the page. Light a taper at its center. Stare into the flickering until you split.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Danielle Vogel, &lt;em&gt;Clasp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40229338937</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40229338937</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 22:46:23 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"Am I “distant”? I would not say so. I suppose I am cleverly untouched. Most ironically."</title><description>“Am I “distant”? I would not say so. I suppose I am cleverly untouched. Most ironically.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Virginia Woolf, from a &lt;em&gt;diary&lt;/em&gt; entry dated &lt;em&gt;20 March 1933.&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://dwales.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;dwales&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40155828460</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40155828460</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:15:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"… everything
is wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,
I hear—long, doleful,..."</title><description>“… everything&lt;br/&gt;
is wrapped silently in the snow’s winding sheet,&lt;br/&gt;
I hear—long, doleful, blood-curdling—the howl of wolves&lt;br/&gt;
invade you…”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Angelos Sikelianos, from “&lt;a href="http://www.athensnews.gr/issue/13370/20868"&gt;Dionysus Encradled&lt;/a&gt;,” trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(thanks, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/modernworldlit/status/276854644515430400"&gt;modernworldlit&lt;/a&gt;)  (via &lt;a href="http://proustitute.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;proustitute&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40155453955</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/40155453955</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 00:10:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>I fall in love while reading your words, if ever you create a book of all your words, I would love to have a copy xx (I hope you are well and are enjoying some nice chamomile tea)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I love you. I am keeping this forever.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39792151727</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39792151727</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:19:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"observe / the tilt of the sun / as it pauses to collect its sighs"</title><description>“observe / the tilt of the sun / as it pauses to collect its sighs”</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39791175981</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39791175981</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:06:49 -0500</pubDate><category>Poetry</category></item><item><title>Plans for winter break include drawing, painting, and taking more photos of the moon</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Plans for winter break include drawing, painting, and taking more photos of the moon&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39624689969</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39624689969</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2013 22:32:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people."</title><description>“My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39532956135</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39532956135</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2013 22:26:13 -0500</pubDate><category>Poetry</category></item><item><title>"You look like a winter night,
(…) I could sleep inside the cold of you."</title><description>“You look like a winter night,&lt;br/&gt;
(…) I could sleep inside the cold of you.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Catherynne Valente, Deathless (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://shesinacoma.tumblr.com/"&gt;shesinacoma&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39017472510</link><guid>http://sleepinginthesnow.tumblr.com/post/39017472510</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2012 00:43:43 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
