February 2012
13 posts
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“The infinite wonders of the universe are revealed to us in exact measure as we...”
– The World I Live In, Helen Keller
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“Well, you know when people are no good at anything else they become writers.”
– The Razor’s Edge, W. Somerset Maugham
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“Almost all the people who’ve had the most effect on me I seem to have met by...”
– The Razor’s Edge, W. Somerset Maugham
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“Over beyond the moon there,
I loved a love once,
And, may be, more times…”
– Ezra Pound, from “Au Jardin” (via proustitute)
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I'm writing a Senior Thesis for my Undergrad. →
Any comments or suggestions would be appreciated!
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Nothing Twice- Wisława Szymborska
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice. Even if there is no one dumber, if you’re the planet’s biggest dunce, you can’t repeat the class in summer: this course is only offered once. No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with...
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RIP Wisława Szymborska
2 July 1923 – 1 February 2012
In 1996 she won the Nobel Prize in Literature for her poetry.
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January 2012
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“‘I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable,’ writes...”
– Gretchen Henderson, On Marvellous Things Heard (via entarteten)
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“I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains...”
– Tennessee Williams
from “Williams: Twenty Years after Glass Menagerie“ by Joanne Stang, New York Times, 1965
(via evoketheforms)
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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance...”
– Rumi (via seabois)
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Who Understands Me but Me - Jimmy Santiago Baca
They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
they take each last tear I have, I live without tears,
they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart,
they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future,
they...
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“We are who we’re not, and life is quick and sad.”
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, translated by Richard Zenith
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“I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer...”
– Wislawa Szymborska, “Possibilities” (via unchiffonier)
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“I carry silence with me
the way others carry snapshots
of loved ones”
– Stephen Dunn, from “The Silence” (via ahuntersheart)
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“And I say to you someone will remember us
in time to come”
– Sappho, fragment translated by A. S. Kline (via proustitute)
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“Could it think, the heart would stop beating.”
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via flavourofinsanity)
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ahuntersheart:
98. Vincent van Gogh, whose depression, some say, was likely related to temporal lobe epilepsy, famously saw and painted the world in almost unbearably vivid colors. Af- ter his nearly unsuccessful attempt to take his life by shooting himself in the gut, when asked why he should not be saved, he famously replied, “The sadness will last forever.” I imagine he was right.
Bluets,...
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“The bare, bleak days pass peacefully,
I accept the transformation submissively....”
– Anna Akhmatova, from a fragment written in spring 1914, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer (via proustitute)
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“I know the gods changed people
to things, yet left consciousness free,
to keep...”
– Anna Akhmatova, Like a white stone in a well’s depths (translated by A. S. Kline)
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“The poem, even a short time after being written,
seems no miracle; unwritten,...”
– Theodore Roethke, from On Poetry and Craft (via proustitute)
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“Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via growing-orbits)
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“Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize “The stars are words”...”
– Jack Kerouac - Lonesome Traveler
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Poetry Spam
I’m sorry for the poetry spam. I’m trying to weed out some of my unnecessary “likes” and instead trying to keep the poetry I like in my poetry tag. I’ll try to post some more pictures to make up for it.
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“That’s how it is sometimes—
God comes to your window,
all bright light and...”
– Dorianne Laux, from “Dust” (via the-final-sentence)
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“At Blackwater Pond
the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I...”
– Mary Oliver (via human-voices)
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“They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
‘Who are you really,...”
– William Stafford, from “A Story That Could Be True” (via crashinglybeautiful; whiskey river)
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Mark Strand, "Lines for Winter"
Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going. And you will be able for once to lie down...