September 2011
19 posts
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“When the head is too big, it cannot dodge blows.”
– Zambian proverb (via blackispositive)
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“All intimacy is rare — that’s what makes it precious. And it involves the...”
– Amy Bloom (via fiebre)
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“It is not enough that poems be beautiful; let them be tender and affecting, and...”
– Horace, from Epistles, Book II, Ars Poetica, trans. Christopher Smart (via proustitute)
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Life after death →
When he was 12, he flatlined. Twenty years later, his heart failed. Singer-songwriter Simone Felice tells how he came back from the dead. Twice
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“I do not love nothing in the world as well as you. Is not that strange?”
– Much Ado About Nothing
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“All good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings”
– Preface to Lyrical Ballads
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first steps
pinksubmergence:
seized in mid-air, half a feet from falling
a mile away from flying, too short for sky-diving
the apple landed not far from the tree
yet it troubles and tumbles rotten
like man, who clings to safety
good enough is enough, the sky is too much
and the unsettling fear of losing
corrupts the liberty brought by trying.
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“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and...”
– Antoine De Saint-Exupéry (via pinksubmergence)
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“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
– Zora Neale Hurston; Their Eyes Were Watching God (via wordpainting)
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“No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.”
– Voltaire (via mirrorsandmirages)
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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche (via starrynightsandtea)
“Languages die like rivers.
Words wrapped round your tongue today
And broken to...”
– Carl Sandburg, Languages (via weissewiese)
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“A truly good poem seems, somehow, to breathe.”
– Tony Hoagland (via mooochelle)
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The cat forgotten on the moon.: Grammar →
mooochelle:
by Tony Hoagland
Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend,
smiles like a big cat and says
that she’s a conjugated verb.
She’s been doing the direct object
with a second person pronoun named Phil,
and when she walks into the room,
everybody turns: some kind of light is coming from…
bittersweetpill:
“I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family’s, and my country’s past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I’ve figured out. I know this much...
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Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming: Lilies →
sweeterthanabumblebee:
I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields.
They rise and fall in the edge of the wind, and have no shelter from the tongues of the cattle,
and have no closets or cupboards, and have no legs. Still I would like to be as wonderful
as the old idea. But if I were…
“Avoiding problems you need to face is avoiding the life you need to live.”
– Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma) 