February 2012
“They were supposed to have thrown it out. Burned it. Burned the ashes. Buried...”
– Blake Butler, There Is No Year
“What he should do or be is, for him, only a pedagogical question, an expression...”
– Lukács, “The Theory of the Novel”
“For eleven years I have regretted it,
regretted that I did not do what
I...”
–
Jack Gilbert, “By Small and Small: Midnight to Four A.M.” (Refusing Heaven, Knopf, 2005)
“Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow, Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and...”
– Albert Goldbarth, from “The Sciences Sing a Lullabye” (via Sharing Poetry)
lungsattachedbywires:
god i miss you yes well me too hope i’ll see you soon me too i love you oh thank you for grabbing my waist and touching my shoulder blades
“You get to have your real, giant, gorgeous life.”
– DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #97: You Have Arrived At The Fire - The Rumpus.net
Indoor Scene →
I have another post up on the Juvenilia!
this room and everything in it: In Winter →
rabbit-light:
At four o’clock it’s dark. Today, looking out through dusk at three gray women in stretch slacks chatting in front of the post office, their steps left and right and back like some quick folk dance of kindness, I remembered the winter we spent crying in each other’s laps. What could you be thinking at this moment? How lovely and strange the gangly spines of trees...
“چه گرميم چه گرميم از اين عشق چو خورشيد
How warm are we from this love, like the...”
– Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
“She kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun.”
– Saul Williams (via thatkindofwoman)
“… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.”
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)
