December 2009
100 posts
“We must simultaneously serve suffering and beauty.”
– Albert Camus
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Bird's Nest
My sky interchanges with yours, so does my dove now it flies over yours, I see two shadows falling in the oatfield
We look with each other’s eyes, we find a place: rain we say like a story the half-sentence green, I hear:
Your mouth with the speech of birds carries twigs and feathers up to my brow
- Johannes Bobrowski (source) (via serpentskirt)
Nina Simone, “I Love Your Lovin’...
Jack Gilbert, "Dreaming At the Ballet"
The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anything it’s true.
And the skin is beautifully cared for.
But they have no sense of it. They are
all manner and amazing technique.
I lie with them thinking of your
foolish excess, of your panting
and sweating, and your eyes after.
“We (the undivided divinity operating within us) have dreamt the world. We have...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, Avatars of the Tortoise (via touba, recrudesce)
“Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensible as...”
– Anaïs Nin
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...”
– Anaïs Nin
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Dorianne Laux, "The Lovers"
She is about to come. This time, they are sitting up, joined below the belly, feet cupped like sleek hands praying at the base of each other’s spines. And when something lifts within her toward a light she’s sure, once again, she can’t bear, she opens her eyes and sees his face is turned away, one arm behind him, hand splayed palm down on the mattress, to brace himself ...
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"Love: Beginnings," by C.K. Williams
They’re at that stage where so much desire streams between them, so much frank need and want, so much absorption in the other and the self and the self-admiring entity and unity they make— her mouth so full, breast so lifted, head thrown back so far in her laughter at his laughter, he so solid, planted, oaky, firm, so resonantly factual in the headiness of being craved so, she almost wreathed...
“My mother said our bodies could digest anything,
but that’s a lie. Sometimes,...”
– Sandra Beasley, from “Antietam”
(via sleepanddream; smut-to-go; lookunderfoot)
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Wallace Stevens, "The Snow Man"
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is...
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Margaret Atwood, "The Wereman"
My husband walks in the frosted field an X, a concept defined against a blank; he swerves, enters the forest and is blotted out. Unheld by my sight what does he change into what other shape blends with the under growth, wavers across the pools is camouflaged from the listening swamp animals
At noon he will return; or it may be only my idea of him I will find returning with him...
“Who calls her two-faced? Faces she has three;
The first inscrutable, for the...”
– “The Three-Faced”, Robert Graves (via sixstepsback)
Kim Addonizio, from "BEER. MILK. THE DOG. MY OLD...
“My old man. He loved a cold beer. Sometimes I’d sit up at night in the garage and watch how he drank it, tipping his head way back, and I’d try to drink mine exactly the same, but quietly, so he wouldn’t notice and send me away.”
“I had no difficulty whatsoever “adapting” to being with one woman....”
– Ian MacLeod, from the comments of “There’s More to Sex Than a Cum Shot to the Face: What Men Should Unlearn from Hardcore Porn” (article via doublehat)
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you...”
– Rumi
“In the future, only beauty will shock us.”
– Eric Gamalinda
Loudicrus, “Break It Down”
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“It is another of the miraculous things about mankind that there is no pain nor...”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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