December 2011
21 posts
Effects
pinksubmergence:
pinksubmergence:
Melt into you Like snow into fire The ember Strips the thousand shades of winter
“Is not general incivility the very essence of love?”
– Jane Austen
“A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable…”
– King Lear
Twisted Aphrodite: Olive Branch... →
destinyaging:
Go, with your arrogant strut and artificial horizon…
The first flush of day,
brass tacks underfoot
are never noticed
nor the heat of transformation ever realized
or that sometimes people give fictitious names for a reason.
I can define us——
lowest common denominator.
I guess everyone…
Dream Lessons: I write because I like the way the... →
literarycollective:
I write because I like the way the words come, how several lights cast several shadows of my only somewhat steady hand onto stark white paper. Sometimes I write to say nothing at all, on purpose, just to make a sight of something I don’t see quite clearly yet. The whole process is quite…
In my country by Jackie Kay
walking by the waters,
down where an honest river
shakes hands with the sea,
a woman passed round me
in a slow, watchful circle,
as if I were a superstition;
or the worst dregs of her imagination,
so when she finally spoke
her words spliced into bars
of an old wheel. A segment of air.
Where do you come from?
‘Here,’ I said, ‘Here. These parts.’
Song for a Dark Girl by Langston Hughes
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
They hung my black young lover
To a cross roads tree.
Way Down South in Dixie
(Bruised body high in air)
I asked the white Lord Jesus
What was the use of prayer.
Way Down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
Love is a naked shadow
On a gnarled and naked tree
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their...”
– Oscar Wilde (via fruitfulpetrichor)
“I am displeased with the company of friends
to whom my bad qualities appear to...”
– Saadi (via thelittlephilosopher)
like driving on a clear summer's night, the...