February 2012
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once in a room he was explaining the purpose of order in which my life was a bowl of sticks and i did not want to touch any more than i wanted my future to mirror my past, singed, sewing itself with itself - mackenzie connellee
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski
today is the day i will: de
- tach
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To write poetry is measure-taking, understood in...
Martin Heidegger
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sometimes there are too many “square ones” per hours of day. but you can learn to step on them slowly, to open your wide eyes and say “welcome, come on in” and you can serve them vanilla almond tea and they might mature into square three or four by the time you’re done chatting.
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for our purposes
wind turbines in a desert they were seagulls one was a ballerina with angular knees and elbows one was this very sharp ribbon sea foam over the drought i watched the spinning of it the spike, milken trance which were all things for our purposes created to do how the tree attempts, turning, reactionary but to harness that flame to lack the seed - mackenzie connellee
January 2012
12 posts
“Do you think I’m wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via dorothyhuynh)
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my best time
there’s a party and you ask me not to be there i spend an hour in the mirror watching my eyes grow large as bowls they fill i empty them they fill again i empty them they don’t fill with anything i pretend i am not myself i leave myself well enough alone i imagine being on stilts similar to a giraffe, just giving up on the ground but love is here, that coat of a word you’ve...
“If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people.”
– kyo
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don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. don’t be anxious about anything. philippians four
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there are larger lessons we should be learning, like how to sit across from a person when he or she is crying and how to respond without being too corny, and how to remember what books you have read and how to remember names and how to ask questions when the road is very silent and you are afraid of the answers. and how to stand up without scraping chair legs. and how to keep in touch when you...
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words...”
– T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding.” (via musingsinfemininity)
December 2011
33 posts
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too much fear. too much language for fear, not enough space. resulting fire of the drum. typical land-lock, bounce-beat with little circumference. hand shake but hand’s shaking. what about the sky making rifles, serves up new diagonals. too much. too many engines. want for the smallness of dust. want to be back in original forms. inching. viral fear. abstracted from wind. so have nothing. so...
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lone hour, i am late again, and, giving in a little to your tone, the spade will frustrate every inch we dare, immersed, to cut from
stone.
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absolutely refreshed by the voice of a wonderful friend today. what beauty that we can pick up after months and still know and still care and find everything brilliantly new but ancient, but lovelier. i underestimate the power of words like i want to know, tell me, i want to sit with you and know and ask and gather
thank you
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In Golden Gate Park That Day
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In Golden Gate Park that day
a man and his wife were coming along
thru the enormous meadow
which was the meadow of the world
He was wearing green suspenders
and carrying an old beat-up flute
in one...
six months of true love.
You said live out loud, and die you said lightly, and over and over again you said be.
- Rilke
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cycles
my body enters its seventh sleep and i fumble around: you’ve never said go before you’ve hinted at it, you’ve leaned into doors and i’ve caught the slip of that, soundlessly gathering myself on a string. then the territory of distance i’ve take to with pickaxes at dawn when i wake to myself, again, and the pillows are embarrassing. this morning just the bead of have...
i need to go home.
everything is crumbling.
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I have never been this ready to pack up my belongings before, to move to other longings to want other things that are not the immediate things I want here that I cannot have. I have never known so clearly what I want and what I need and what is not either of those and what I have swum through to reach those things, and what water I do not want to return to and what places I miss that I have to...
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as for us
he says hold on let me say something right into those blues and i gargle into those blues, into those blues where i have wanted and tried to drown by seeing, by seeing all things as if for the twelfth time. he tries to take the thorn which is my hand. i say why do you want me, exactly? he doesn’t know. the earth is a grey-green i want to sweep dry. but you do not belong to me and you...
“Love is difficult. Love gets harder which is not the same as to say that it gets...”
– Jeanette Winterson, from The World & Other Places
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signs that it's time to come home:
listening nonstop to augustana and james blunt, sorry i’m not sorry
opting for ramen noodles. in italy.
running into the walls of the darkroom
sprinting out of the uffizi gallery 5 minutes before class ends
almost out of english breakfast tea
no space for another dried leaf
acquiring about ten thousand euro pennies
forgetting , forgetting
nervousness
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tell me more things
I
uphill between two yellow thorns where the houses have vanished and i read, levitating i don’t touch the pages but wind bundles them and relocates my eye
to earlier fawns
must rain precede each perennial?
i’ve tried asking the seed, which
either grows or does not grow II he is riding upright on a bicycle balancing a copper bowl spilled...
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'girlfriend wanted' by Matthew Grey Gubler.
must love decorating for holidays mischief kissing in cars and wind chimes
no specific height weight hair color or political affiliation required but would prefer a warm spirited non racist
cynics critics pessimists and “stick in the muds” need not apply
voluptuous figures a plus
any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to mary poppins claire huxtable snow white or elvira...