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Eduardo Galeano, “Walking Words”
via mamagrae (via frenchtwist)
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“consent is sexy” no fuck you consent is a basic fucking right every human being deserves and we shouldn’t have to sexualize it to convey its importance
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Gregory Orr, “Set beside the world’s,” from River Inside the River: Three Lyric Sequences (W. W. Norton & Co., 2013)
(Source: apoetreflects)
1
My heart’s aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
who am I? If he
will just come back once
and kiss me on the face
his coarse hair brush
my temple, it’s throbbing!
then I can put on my clothes
I guess, and walk the streets.
2
I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.
Words! be
sick as I am sick, swoon,
roll back your eyes, a pool,
and I’ll stare down
at my wounded beauty
which at best is only a talent
for poetry.
Cannot please, cannot charm or win
what a poet!
and the clear water is thick
with bloody blows on its head.
I embrace a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.
3
That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest
oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks
what a funny place to rupture!
and now it is raining on the ailanthus
as I step out onto the window ledge
the tracks below me are smoky and
glistening with a passion for running
I leap into the leaves, green like the sea
4
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.
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“Mayakovsky” by Frank O’Hara (via stirmymind)
(Source: beautyisanillusion)
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Marisa de los Santos (via stirmymind)
(Source: quote-book)
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Alternate Ending
I turn in the dark my own animal,
bricked, electric, my body exhausted
with our affair’s slow over-ing.
The radio preacher is almost singing
about smelling salts : there is a moment
we take them and it stings
and we wake up,
he almost sings
and it…
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Luca Nino Antonucci - Second Star to the Right (2010)
Artist’s statement:
“The study of astronomy is a practice that engages in a delicate balancing act between hope and truth. Our vision of the universe is a systematic categorization of existence. As inhabitants of our planet, we are all involuntary participants in the organization of the known universe and the exploration of the unknown.
One could say that an entire pattern of thinking comes from studying the delicate position of the human being in the universe. Somewhere between fear and romanticism, all rational thought is held and subjected.
And the truth, whatever it may be, is conditioned by our relative position
and our ‘rational’ thought, which is constantly and consistently subject to
romanticism.
These cards are intended as valentines to the universe, pointing out a personalized romantic relationship we all have with the cosmos. All of text is taken from scientific reports.”
Reblogged from lifeinpoetry
“I realized that you had no power over me, that it was not you alone who were my lover but the entire earth. It was as if my soul had extended countless sensitive feelers, and I lived within everything, perceiving simultaneously Niagara Falls thundering far beyond the ocean…
