January 2011
21 posts
Meditation at Laguinitas
ROBERT HASS
All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking. The idea, for example, that each particular erases the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown- faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk of that black birch is, by his presence, some tragic falling off from a first world of undivided light. Or the other notion that, because there is in...
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6wordshorts:
too many women, too little love
(Submitted by daydreamntn)
“I started writing so that you could find me, you know… you would think, oh my God! This is it! This is it! And you would know that I am writing down your thoughts and that I can hear them in my head.”
ireadintothings
“Today marks the 38th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, the Supreme Court decision that...”
– President Obama’s statement on Roe v. Wade (via coketalk)
“His throat hurt because when one is overwhelmed with emotion, it is not the...”
– Since She Left
backmasking
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the instinctive tendency to see someone as you knew them in their youth, a burned-in image of grass-stained knees, graffitied backpacks or handfuls of birthday cake superimposed on an adult with a degree, an illusion formed when someone opens the door to your emotional darkroom while the memory is still developing.
The Wild Hunt/ Tallest Man on Earth
There is a crow moon comin in well you keep looking out It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in Lets watch phenomenon’s that rise out of the darkness now Within the light she is my storming heroin And old machine’s abandoned by the ancient racists and I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to But just for now I let the...
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6wordshorts:
I actually hate this romantic crap.
(Submitted by izzyphilos)
these, our bodies, possessed by light: “You have... →
achesalittletune:
“You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your...