stanza my stone

Apr 05

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Charles Portis, "Motel Life, Lower Reaches" :: Oxford American -

I could find no trace of the old yellow cabins, nor even locate the site. Things disappear, too, utterly.

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“We inherit from antiquity the image of the poet as bard and storyteller—one who who sings, or sang, the narratives of the tribe, preserving the collective memory of her or his people. This is the kind of poet most literature textbooks like to open with—as if all poets emerged out of one blind man’s mouth. But there were other kinds of poets as well: those who chanted, cast spells, shrieked or whispered nonsense or fragments of words or images, making magic come into being through language.” — Ilya Kaminsky, “A Note on Rae Armantrout” (via emmaylor)

The Language of Desire -

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Mar 31

emmaylor:

An abandoned Sinai cinema by Derek Cave

emmaylor:

An abandoned Sinai cinema by Derek Cave

Mar 30


Flowers thrown into a dumpster in Greenwood Cemetery, NY

Flowers thrown into a dumpster in Greenwood Cemetery, NY

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Rita Hayworth in South France, circa late 1940’s.

Rita Hayworth in South France, circa late 1940’s.

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http://emmaylor.tumblr.com/post/81176929354/from-eurydice-by-h-d-iv-fringe-upon-fringe -

emmaylor:

from “Eurydice" by H.D.:

IV

Fringe upon fringe
of blue crocuses,
crocuses, walled against blue of themselves,
blue of that upper earth,
blue of the depth upon depth of flowers,
lost;

flowers,
if I could have taken once my breath of them,
enough of them,
more than earth,
even than of the upper earth,
had passed with me
beneath the earth;

if I could have caught up from the earth,
the whole of the flowers of the earth,
if once I could have breathed into myself
the very golden crocuses
and the red,
and the very golden hearts of the first saffron,
the whole of the golden mass,
the whole of the great fragrance,
I could have dared the loss.

Laura van den Berg, "Where Will All the Buildings Go?" -

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Mar 29

fluffy-raccoon:

magic circle - waterhouse - 1886

fluffy-raccoon:

magic circle - waterhouse - 1886

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Mar 25

“Postcards are a nice way to send a message to someone. However, they are a fragile form. Why anyone would ever trust paper is an answer we will never know. But if you must send a postcard send a postcard in a bottle. And really there is only one message you should ever write on a postcard. The card should read I love you but I am stuck in a jungle and it is going to eat me. Never specify who you are, this way anyone who receives the postcard will think they are loved by someone who was eaten by a jungle. This is a good way to be remembered. This is a good way to have candles lit in your honor.” — Chad Redden, from his dream guides podcast The Rocket Dream (via kdecember)

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