February 2012
27 posts
“You are not to do anything to be happy. In fact you have done too much to become...”
– Osho (via thedailycourtney)
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-morning meditations-
matt says that he feels we are destined for greatness, that anyone with words or a strong artistic pull WILL impact the world, that is, IF we can protect ourselves from our unhealthy impulses and hedonistic tendencies. it’s such a fine line to walk. gold in our hearts, terrors in our heads. i’ve known it since day one. have to be good, be strong, get down all the BEST words, be a...
“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...”
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
“Dogs are our link to paradise.
They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent....”
– Milan Kundera (via hateshiploveship)
weird that I’m posing this but whatever. I want a dog, a house on a cliff by the ocean, long hair and plenty of silence.
nikad asked: You're a beautiful writer. I wish I had a grasp on words the way you do. I loved what you wrote for Valentine's Day.
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“I think that being artists in a time like this, we have a lot to give. It is a...”
– Meredith Monk, Interview, Spring 1991 (PDF)
so significant. thinking of this often lately. seeking out silence and putting space between every though, every action.
oh, oh.
grammatolatry:
“It’s easy to love
through a cold spring
when the poles
of the willows
turn green
pollen falls like
a yellow curtain
and the scent of
Paper Whites
clots
the air but to love for a lifetime
takes talent you have to mix yourself
with the strange
beauty of someone
else
wake each morning
for 72,000
mornings in
a row so
breathed and
bound and
tangled
that you can hardly
sort...
I want to chase the pleasures of the world with you and never leave your side. I want the fires and the fog, the sugar crystals and the split shells. Oh, we could lose our minds and find them again, rebuild ourselves just for the thrill of it, and the shock. I want to awe them, every last one of them. I want them mute and staring, but I’ll only look at you. I want you to have all of my eyes,...
Something Like Prayer
theshookfoil:
—- ROUGH DRAFT —-
Purple Gallinule: Medium bird with purple-blue
upperparts washed with iridescent green and
deep blue.. Undertail coverts are white. The
flight is labored and slow with dangling legs.
I broke like a god—riotous
and split with love. There was a
rusty chain link fence:
on one side, my heart, like
something diseased, festered.
I have known failure. Yet on
the...
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The Poet Has Come Back : Margaret Atwood
The poet has come back to being a poet
after decades of being virtuous instead.
Can’t you be both?
No. Not in public.
You could, once,
back when God was still thundering vengeance
and I liked the scent of blood,
and hadn’t got around to slippery forgiveness.
Then you could scatter incense and praise,
and wear your snake necklace,
and hymn the crushed skulls of your enemies
to a...
I & I
aw. a familiar story…
zvada:
I took the train home to my parent’s house in the country, and on the way I listened to the entire Bright Eyes’ discography. It was the first time I really connected to the newest album, and I remember listening to One for You, One for Me, and really digging it, really understanding when he sings about “I and I.” I watched a flatbed semi truck stacked high...