December 2010
19 posts
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“The new mayor intends to recruit noble psyches and visionary hearts… For...”
– Cynthia Ozick, The Puttermesser Papers
“Books were to her not an end in themselves but a substitute for living.”
– Virginia Woolf (via dreandrade)
“And at the bottom of each of those eyes I lived, or rather another me lived, one...”
– Cosmicomics by Italo Calvino (via the-final-sentence)
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How To Tell A Story | Shira Erlichman
There is a way of telling stories. A red pen. A teacher to move it. Instead you have hands, and a Light inside you, and Bones. Instead you have ideas, which ricochet, and an anger that won’t sit still, and dogs from outside which come to die in the quiet spots inside of you. And, deliberately, you have noise. You have rape, and cities, the noise of the dumb, and of the very rape of the earth, an...
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Mon Semblable | Stephen Dunn
I like things my way every chance I get. A limit doesn’t exist when it comes to that. But please, don’t confuse what I say with honesty. Isn’t honesty the open yawn the unimaginable love more than truth? Anonymous among strangers I look for those with hidden wings, and for scars that those who once had wings can’t hide. Though I know it’s unfair, I reveal myself one mask at a time. Does this...
“I heard of a thing called ‘Redemption’—which rested men and women. You remember...”
– Emily Dickinson, letter to “Master” (via wearebasiclight)
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1000x | Richard Greene
The profusion of the microscope: I live with my wife and child among uncatalogued species of a pleasure that swim past like sudden tadpoles. I can find no scale for the lesser miracles, a domestic existence whose landscapes are a table-top, a bed-sheet and a sink, whose horizons are paint and plaster, and whose constellations are filaments minutely hung. Love is a conversation in a water-drop.
November 2010
87 posts
