May 2013
7 posts
April 2013
9 posts
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You hold an absence
at your center,
as if it were a life.
– Richard Brostoff, from “Grief” (via proustitute)
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March 2013
5 posts
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February 2013
1 post
November 2012
1 post
October 2012
5 posts
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I want to see you, Gleizes, Cendrars, magician Picasso. I am tired. I will come...
– Chagall, from his first memoir
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me...
– ee cummings, ‘somewhere i have never travelled’ (via rhapsody-in-q)
September 2012
8 posts
Our virtues lie in the interpretation of time.
– Shakespeare’s Coriolanus (4.7.51)
Aufidius
(via alwaysiambic)
Beneath the gypsy moon,
all things look at her,
but she cannot see them…...
– Frederico Garcia Lorca 1924 (via fahtkittehs)
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Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier...
– Homer, The Iliad (via realmofdust)
August 2012
15 posts
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How horrid was the chance of slipping into the ground instead of into your arms....
– Keats, Letter to Fanny Brawne. March, 1820
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is...
– Sylvia Plath, from “Edge” (via proustitute)
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nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Where is the road to the road?
And where are we, the marching on the footpath...
– Mahmoud Darwish, from “A Noun Sentence,” trans. Fady Joudah (via proustitute)
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