March 2012
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ahuntersheart:
“As a blind man, lifting a curtain, knows it is morning, I know this change: On one side of silence there is no smile; But when I breathe with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessing, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep” -Theodore Roethke, from “Journey To The Interior”
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“I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.”
– Anne Morrow Lindbergh, from Gift from the Sea
Home is the way light shines through a window in slanted rows along a wall, shadows begin their dance—growing, shifting, changing. Nighttime appears with a canopy of stars and Orion drags a moth-eaten navy blanket in tow. During those waning hours the wind regains a voice, sometimes heartbroken, other times an almost inaudible sigh. You lay in bed wondering how vast the night is, lost in...
“Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,...”
– Mary Oliver, from “Bone” (via the-final-sentence)
March has stayed to find my flesh intolerable, almost suffocating. I asked for something, perhaps spoon or pass the sugar, yet these curt phrases churned within as though the mere weight of syllables perched on a tongue sickened me.
“We are starstuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.”
– Carl Sagan (via wildnessliesinwait)
“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”
– W.H. Auden; New Year Letter (via wordpainting)
“An angle of light. Believe in it.”
– Ana Božičević, from “Death, Is All” (via proustitute)
“I would love you as a bird loves flight, as meat loves salt, as a dog loves...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries (via helplesslyamazed)
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too many things to be feeling right now that I can’t describe because everything is moving quickly and rain drops are bursting and I hope he will reach here safely, he seems like an illusion but I know he is real.
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Sour moods can easily be cured with gentle kisses on my forehead and lazily watching hours crawl by as the warmth of an afternoon sun wedged his way among parched bones.
“It’s always like this in their adventures. To save and to be saved. I wish...”
– Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter (via sharpsharpteeth)
“With a sigh, you turn away,
With a deepening heart, no more words to say,
You...”
– Arwen’s Song (via sleeping-birch)
“There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absence in...”
– André Breton, from Always For The First Time
“my belly is filled with cedar wood
there is so much saw dust on the floor of my...”
– Anis Mojgani, in my library there are 16 books (via rockwriteon)
“The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried...”
– André Breton, from Magnetic Fields
“When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to...”
– “The Secret,” Jeffrey McDaniel (via clavicola)
Spent my day browsing antique stores and nestled in the back corner of the coffee shop downtown; there was a cold March air and softest rain (I have a habit of nibbling on my bottom lip in public) but everything felt pleasant, everything felt right.
today has been boiling tea in a kettle, words small enough to fit inside your palm, paper cranes carefully placed on the windowsill, and rain, so much rain.
“Looping out into the world, we thread
and return. The...”
– Arthur Sze, from “At the Equinox” (via erosions)
“We meet. We try. Nothing happens, but
afterwards we are always embarrassed...”
– Richard Brautigan, We Meet. We Try. Nothing Happens, But, from the selected works in Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork