September 2010
18 posts
“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.”
– Ray Bradbury (via iwl)
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pseudopoetry:
Reality is such a stressful plane. Every projection of reality appears to be a complete anti-thesis of the boisterous and fertile grounds of fantasies and dreams. But then it’s tangible. It’s the one that can be felt. Yet it’s so goddam easy to want to be numb.
“The cruelty in this world is not physical pain, it’s indifference.”
– A.V. Rotor (via pseudopoetry)
“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not...”
– William Arthur Ward (via thatinspiresme) (via troubleinharlem)
“Let us read and let us dance — two amusements that will never do any harm to the...”
– Voltaire (via myquotelibrary)
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You're Nasty and You're Loud by Jack Prelutsky
You’re nasty and you’re loud,
you’re mean enough for two,
If I could be a cloud,
I’d rain all day on you.
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the...”
– Franz Kafka (via finallyseeing: lavenderlines: unicornology) (via into) (via counterforce) (via libraryland, sadnesses)
well….not ‘only’ but certainly ‘also’
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and...”
– The Sacred Wood: Philip Massinger (via tseliot) (via libraryland)
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I Should Have Stayed in Bed Today by Jack...
I should have stayed in bed today,
in bed’s where I belong,
as soon as I got up today,
things started going wrong,
I got a splinter in my foot,
my puppy made me fall,
I squirted toothpaste in my ear,
I crashed into the wall.
I knocked my homework off the desk,
it landed on my toes,
I spilled a glass of chocolate milk,
it’s soaking through my clothes,
I accidentally bit my...
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to...
harrybriden:
You Can’t change your image to suit another person’s eyes, and you can’t change your needs to suit another person’s lies.
Salutation by Ezra Pound
libraryland:
O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with untidy families, I have seen their smiles full of teeth and heard ungainly laughter. And I am happier than you are, And they were happier than I am; And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing.
