August 2009
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“How I dearly wish I was not here in the seaside town that they forgot to bomb....”
– Morrissey - Everyday Is Like Sunday (via claytoncubitt)
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“I’m sinking like a stone in the sea,
I’m burning like a bridge for your body.”
– Brand New - Tautou
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“Really I don’t like human nature unless all candied over with art.”
– Virginia Woolf
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falling in love is an honest mistake
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Autumn Poems, Nikki Giovanni
the heat you left with me last night still smolders the wind catches your scent and refreshes my senses I am a leaf falling from your tree upon which i was impaled
(via poetry365)
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“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than...”
– Margaret Atwood (via thresca) (via hydrogen) (via suzywire)
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Garden Gnome Liberation Front
Garden Gnome Liberation Front The first and most predominant gnome liberating force is the Garden Gnome Liberation Front (also known as the Front for the Liberation of Garden Gnomes—le Front pour la Libération des Nains de Jardin (FLNJ)). The Garden Gnome Liberation Front was introduced to the French public in 1997. Over the course of a year, the Front stole over 150 garden gnomes, contending that...
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My Sister is a Flight of Birds, Michael Daley
I’m standing on ice, a flight of geese fleeing the moon, skimming the roof, dampens the air. Seven quiet birds. I have been saying their names so long and now I can’t remember what their sudden rising means. They call on the chill air and let me be. When I slept, I hoped never to wake and write these poems. I’m not the man for this. I wanted fire whispering over pages, glowing in cloud. Instead, I...
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“All I have is my love of love and love is not loving.”
– David Bowie, Soul Love
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“Bolt’s warning about the crime rates of Lebanese Muslims and so on was...”
– Bolt’s Ignorance Gets Another Outing | newmatilda.com by Michael Brull
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Octopus, Nancy Pagh
After Pat Lowther Some men are beautifully dysfunctional when you first know them; the loss of youth, integrity, or wife clear in each lovely unsure gesture you mistake for tenderness but taking flight from you: look how sure and purposeful in every part: their smooth machinery moving efficiently away as if engineered by Leonardo or a god who gave the octopus, not you, its obscuring spurt and...
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Know-Nothing by Sharon Olds (excerpt)
But what of her womb, tender core of her being, what of her breasts’ stiff hearts, and her dense eggs, what if she falls in love? Maybe to know sex fully one has to risk being destroyed by it. Maybe only ruin could take its full measure,as death stands in the balance with birth, and ignorance with love.
(via Poetry 365)
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“I read the book of Job last night, I don’t think God comes out well in it.”
– Virginia Woolf
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“He’s our generation’s J.D. Salinger,” says Smith, whose film...”
– John Hughes’ imprint remains - Los Angeles Times
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The Starry Night, Anne Sexton
That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. Then I got out at night to paint the stars. —Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die. It moves....
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