February 2013
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“No one is “good” at yoga in the way that no one is “good” at working out or...”
– lazyyogi
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“It was our fault, and our very great fault—
and now we must turn it to use....”
– Rudyard Kipling, “The Lesson,” 1901
November 2012
2 posts
April 2012
20 posts
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“It is the stars,
The stars above us, govern our conditions;
Else one self mate...”
– Kent in King Lear by W.S.
“My diaries are letters from my former self to my future self. My poems are...”
– Vera Pavlova (tr. Steven Seymour), “Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook” (Poetry, April 2012)
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“A Chinaman of the T’ang dynasty- and by which definition a philosopher- ...”
– Guildenstern in Tom Stoppard’s play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
“Whatever they say about time, life only moves in one direction, that’s a...”
– Decreation by Anne Carson
Chasing Daylight into Existence
Some times I don’t fell human
(not alive)
Sometimes clouds hang heavier,
thicker,
lower in the sky,
pregnant with a rage.
Another traditional airship fact for the caption of that ship.
Red hair bronze in the glowing horizon,
stands eating the salty waves between
shanks of biscuit slabs.
Chasing daylight away. Or
...
“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be...”
– John Lennon (via what-a-whale)
“I wanted a day with cracks, to let the godlight in.”
– Rosanna Warren, from “Man in Stream” (via proustitute)
Hmm… I must ponder this.
March 2012
16 posts
Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
without human feeling, a foreign song.
You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.
The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The...
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Journal Entry 1-25-12
A moonlit beach. A fistful of stars hanging crisply in the autumn urbanscape. A place of no return. Thought out enclosure that I’ve already explored. This is a cage I have paced many times. Two elements that I hold dear: water and darkness, but that I can not combine. An uneasy feeling perches firmly in my heart. A thump, thump, thumping until I can’t remember no more. Just a something...
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The world as the classroom
Not all words of wisdom are wise.
Not all facts from reality derived.
Not all views have a true side.
Close your eyes,
Let intuition guide.
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Nebulas
When there is nothing
there will be no one
And we will sing
all in the darkness
of our nature
our purpose
our light
so come now and sing with me.
The stars have fallen from the skies,
only the red glow of the nebulas remain.
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Sad...
…then I think
my mom will be blind by 60.
I feel better to know where I stand—it’s not all bad.
Opposition
We stand in a circle, though there are only two of us.
“The truth of the matter is that Limbaugh is lying when he says that he sincerely...”
– Ari Kohen, on Rush Limbaugh’s apology to Sandra Fluke. (via pantslessprogressive)
anger stunted
with nightless insomnia
poison forgotten
breakfast greets you with
leafy rosy rays of fall,
treaties of peace
skinny rays of light
your total absence is felt
as summer fades
your road is less traveled now
my brown hair is still undone
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sage dress hanging by
the white Victorian pane
with my emptiness
February 2012
18 posts
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Journal Entry 2-19-12
Sitting quietly inside fear. Letting the examples and the realities reside side by side. Because sometimes life is nothing without fact and at other times, well, let’s just acknowledge that there are other things, but leave it at that. At the idea of the green dress swaying by the window sill. The future sitting a moment at hand. A head and behind.
And instead, for once, of taking the path of...
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streaming down my hair
autumn’s crisp golden light seeks
lost pieces of our love
Darkness of the Expanse
O dreamer of all the world, of all the existence, of all that there is
No modle of reality in the darkness in the expanse.
Here, in this New York winter, we have all the snow.
As they gobble it up in the south.
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Mercury Response
I sat on the bus lugging around my silvery book— the one about sex, violence and anger. I thought, who would read this? And then turned the cover down and stared at my own reflection. Ah, I see your point. Well made. What does it say about you as you read it looking for answers in all the strange places? Is the unanswered question. The one that only we can answer for ourselves? Trying to...
