"the world is brittle,
seamed with cracks,
ready to shatter."
seamed with cracks,
ready to shatter."
— Denise Levertov, from “The Passing Bell”
October 25, 2011
October 23, 2011
"Those
various sounds consistently indistinct, like intermingled echoes
struck from thin glass successively at random—"
various sounds consistently indistinct, like intermingled echoes
struck from thin glass successively at random—"
— Marianne Moore, from “Those Various Scalpels”
October 18, 2011
"Do not move forward, do not move
a finger. Waiting is perfection, a rapture
of your own devising, these shallow breaths
taken out of time, before the sinking in
of things, before the body ruins everything."
a finger. Waiting is perfection, a rapture
of your own devising, these shallow breaths
taken out of time, before the sinking in
of things, before the body ruins everything."
— Kimberly Johnson, from “The Kiss”
October 16, 2011
"Carried by light,
images remain
while sensation
is so evanescent
as to be always beyond
belief."
images remain
while sensation
is so evanescent
as to be always beyond
belief."
— Rae Armantrout, from “Outer”
October 16, 2011
"how many moments must(amazing each
how many centuries)these more than eyes
restroll and stroll some never deepening beach"
how many centuries)these more than eyes
restroll and stroll some never deepening beach"
— e.e. cummings, “how many moments must”
October 4, 2011
"you arrived
a crowd
in my small day
did you notice
how I splintered
how each particle
of light broke
and re-shaped itself
again"
a crowd
in my small day
did you notice
how I splintered
how each particle
of light broke
and re-shaped itself
again"
— Tina Fulkner, excerpt from From Winter (via holdonmagnolia)
(Source: theoryoflostthings, via swanfucker)
September 12, 2011
"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting."
— Robert Frost, “The Figure a Poem Makes”
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“awkwardly we bump into stars
we see nothing we hear nothing
we beat with our fists on the dark ether”— Zbigniew Herbert, from “First the Dog,” trans.... -
“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.”
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“So, I say, what of the night, the terrible night?”— Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
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Federico Hurtado.
Nos tienen miedo porque no tenemos miedo
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Erté Harper’s Bazaar cover; perfect for this time of year.
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Pelagio Palagi, Unfinished Portrait, 19th century
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These images come from the fabled manuscript, ‘Liber Floridus’ (Book of Flowers), a Medieval encyclopædia produced some 900 years ago...
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