October 2011
50 posts
“When I am with you,
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.”
– Amy Lowell, from “Opal” (via proustitute)
“And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey...”
– Edgar Allan Poe, from “To One In Paradise” (via the-final-sentence)
“Sometimes I go to sleep thinking of the next morning’s hot coffee in my...”
– http://www.lisabrennanjobs.net/2009/09/favorite-moment-of-day.html
“I see how you wait in silence for silence
To say: write it in, tell me who I am...”
– Dan Beachy-Quick, from “Moby Dick” (via the-final-sentence)
“I’m skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt...”
– Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
I keep meaning to read this
“It is difficult even to choose the adjective
For this blank cold, this sadness...”
– Wallace Stevens, from “The Plain Sense of Things” (adapted from growing-orbits)
#occupywallstreet
“There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does...”
– Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via proustitute)
“If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly
I could see to write you a...”
– Amy Lowell, “A Lover” (via sharingpoetry)
“What in us really wants “truth”? … Why not rather untruth?...”
– Beyond Good and Evil, Nietzsche
There Will Come Soft Rains - Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If...
“Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round...”
– Lullaby by W. H. Auden
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“There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.”
– Roberto Bolaño, The Savage Detectives, trans. Natasha Wimmer (via kaseycarroll)
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“let’s pour the night
into our stone water jars
this song isn’t red flowers...”
– Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Blues Chant Hoodoo Revival” in Neon Vernacular (via proustitute)
misswallflower:
“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us… and we drown.”
― T.S. Eliot
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“But because truly being here is so much; because everything here
apparently...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Ninth Elegy” in Duino Elegies, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via proustitute)
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“[This is not a time to think the trumpet vine is sullen.
Rather: the trumpet’s...”
– D. A. Powell, from “Boonies” (via the-final-sentence)
