September 2011
“… perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont; perhaps there never were...”
– Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook” (via lesmotsjustes)
“I get into bed with it, and spring
the scarab legs of its locks. Inside,
the...”
– Sharon Olds, “My Father’s Diary” (Poetry magazine, July 1998)
“For you: anthophilous, lover of flowers,
green roses, chrysanthemums, lilies:...”
– Reginald Dwayne Betts, “For you: anthrophilous, lover of flowers” (Poetry magazine, September 2011)
“I really do think that art can save you in some sense. It’s the last meaning,...”
– Sam Savage, Poets & Writers Sept/Oct 2011 (via lesmotsjustes)
“Being a glacier, I remember birth,
The waves of stars falling over the years,...”
– Douglas Woodsum, “Melting” (via grammatolatry)
“When people say that nothing happens in their lives I believe them. But you must...”
– Muriel Spark, Loitering with Intent (via lesmotsjustes)
Laura Marling’s British Folk CD ‘Creature I Don’t... →
“What we were, you are. What we are, you will become…”
– In the cloister of Saint-Victor in Paris, inscribed upon a deathstone from 1130
(via misterchu)
“I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back...”
– Robert Frost, “Acquainted with the Night” (The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry, Norton, 2003)
“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able...”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via horrorparadox)
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Flaws // Bombay Bicycle Club
“We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Stephen Mitchell), “Archaic Torso of Apollo” (Ahead of All Parting, Modern Library, 1995) 