February 2012
49 posts
“All the rest is silence
On the other side of the wall,
And the silence...”
– W. H. Auden, The Sea and the Mirror (via proustitute)
There is a different “you” that I write to now. A you that is terrified of himself. But my own terror is gone, for the time being. What a relief it is, to be able to open yourself with no expectation, no reservations, no want from the other side of it all. I feel stronger because of it, more empowered, more able to receive. Yes I do “want.” I do, but it’s all gone...
“Sometimes we want to hide from ourselves — we do not want to be us — it is too...”
– Twin Peaks (via meltinglight)
“I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is...”
– Communion - Jeanann Verlee (via honeychurch)
{cool rain, a lake forest and dreams of a fire.
The song played on the radio, the one I had witnessed you feeling about somebody else and I almost cried. Immersion in a thick, green, glorious swamp and dragon flies and golden leaves like stained glass; shattered.
Ghosts aren’t real but I felt your love for a season.
They knew what they were doing— reinventing the structural...
“It seems wrong that out of this bird,
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places...”
– R. S. Thomas, A Blackbird Sings
Pablo Neruda, "Absence"
sharingpoetry:
I have scarcely left you When you go in me, crystalline, Or trembling, Or uneasy, wounded by me Or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes Close upon the gift of life That without cease I give you. My love, We have found each other Thirsty and we have Drunk up all the water and the Blood, We found each other Hungry And we bit each other As fire bites, Leaving wounds in us. But...
“I don’t want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like...”
– (via ahuntersheart)
“la miel que se derrite en mi té.
Un ‘wagier’ con las aguas que...”
– Demmie
morning pages
My mother was released from the hospital yesterday. My dad said she came, without shoes, and completely docile.
My memories of her and her icy, desperate eyes fill me almost with a sense of pride. My mother: the catalyst to any significant growth I have experienced in my life, any semblance of identity that separates me — if only by making me more aware. Of what, I’m not sure. My own...
“I saw your lips, your nakedness, the trees,
that dappled light. I dreamt of...”
– Luke Davies, from Totem Poem (via proustitute)
“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via liquidnight)
“A blue light
radiates from my clothing.
Midwinter.
Clattering tambourines of...”
– Tomas Tranströmer, “Midwinter” in The Sorrow Gondola, trans. McGriff and Gassl (via proustitute)
“We need a renaissance of wonder. We need to renew, in our hearts and in our...”
– E. Merrill Root (via magicclouds)
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...”
– Anaïs Nin (via redvelvetteacake)
Donato Eduardo Medina: the point is Stupid people w these qualities Allow themselves to digress even moire into stupidity
Julieanne Brittain: what about insecure people that are also stupid and superficial
how does that work
Donato Eduardo Medina: Haha Really bad
Julieanne Brittain: hahaha
Donato Eduardo Medina: It almost doesn’t work, you could say
Moderatle stupid people with generally nice smiles make up the gist of america”
There is no longer a pull in me. No connection on the other end to force that pull. My heart lives in solitude: complacent or else on the verge of bursting from so much fear.
Tonight I feel anxieties of old coming back after three cups of coffee. All substances affect me in this way — that is all except for alcohol.
But now, it is as it was before. The veil is lifted. The veil which lies behind my eyes, scrunched in folded crevices and forced into my sockets, delicately peeking around my eyeballs like flower petals so that my pupils are nothing more than pollen...
“Bless
something small
but infinite
and quiet.
There are senses
make an...”
– Robert Creeley, “A Prayer” (via proustitute)
November 2009
9 posts
“In that moment I lost completely the illusion of time and space: the world...”
– Henry Miller Tropic of Cancer