February 2012
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Haiku #38
Lips as thin and tight
As a hunting bow, eyes
As dark as wet coals.
Monsoon pt. 2
How heartbreaking a story to tell—
In a million years and continents away
How the girl, floating on air, sighing over seas
Was taken captive by the wind, haunted by sea-spray
Hypnotized by the air pumping through her lungs.
I am the million survivors of rage
I am the hunted by hungry monsoons.
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“Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will...”
– Sylvia Plath (via -cherryblossoms)
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“Shut your eyes and see.”
– James Joyce, Ulysses
“I am done with my graceless heart.”
– Florence, Shake it Out
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“Everything’s alright, form is emptiness and emptiness is form, and we’re here...”
– Jack Kerouac (via sol-psych)
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123rd Chorus
Life is the same as death But the soul continues In the same blind light. Eating is the same as Not Eating But the stomach continues, The thinking goes on.
You’ve got to stop thinking, stop breathing. Forgive anyone for yr own sins And be sure to tell them You love them which you do
“No rest without love. No sleep without dreams of love.”
– Allen Ginsberg (via lovelyisabell)
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pin me up against the sky: (Neal Cassady I love... →
wonder-why:
Neal Cassady, I think, was the most brilliant and the most tragic thing to happen to America. He was just a kid out of jail with a love of drugs and adventure and a desire to be everything that he wasn’t yet. But when he met those boys deadened by Columbia, they didn’t want him as an…
I like this. Very good.
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The Monsoon pt. 1
Pores burst open with warm sweat, sweet and humid
At the backs of my knees, my glowing chest
The night is anything but calm, the boats rock in the harbor
Sea-walls tremble, porpoises call and call in their eerie tones.
Hallelujah! cry the gulls circling over my head
My heart steams inside my chest, beats dangerously
Unwrap me, talons of the wind,
Pour your molten chill into my bones.
“Anthropology is the most humanistic of the sciences and the most scientific of...”
– Alfred Kroeber (1876-1960)
Why is it snowing.
I’m not leaving my couch. Reading, writing, drinking tea, writing a letter, listening to Jack read haiku, always tumblin’. This is the game plan for the afternoon.
oh, moje serce...
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“Life must be rich and full of loving—It’s no good otherwise, no good...”
– Jack Kerouac, Letter to Neal Cassady, 1947
“The wind blows hard among the pines
Toward the beginning
of an endless past....”
– Shinkichi Takahashi, from Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
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Reading too much Sylvia Plath
My poetry’s getting creepy. Crap.
“But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want...”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World. (via valjeans)
“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just...”
– (via herarbitrarymusings)
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Sending important emails to important people is...
And SO MANY OF THEM LATELY. :o
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“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides (via finio)
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“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”
– André Breton (via modularized)
