January 2011
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remembering you
it is so nice to have you back it is the older things i’ve missed like the morning and the pools of your back you’re back so nice to have you again and dear i always love you i wake up and waking up by you and april coming soon and telling you things i always hope you love and sometimes i am so overwhelmed by you back your back you’re back.
My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I’m with.
If you’re not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up.
How to cure bad water? Send it back to the river. How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom to the ocean. There is a secret medicine given only...
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the sweetest little song
you go your way i’ll go your way too.
leonard cohen
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principia ethica
Listen to your fortune cookie: “Always, always practice humility.”
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The House On Mango Street
Darius and the Clouds
You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.
Darius, who doesn’t like school, who is sometimes stupid and...
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james blake- the wilhelm scream
mediterraneo
I carry your light and your scent wherever I go and bunched up in your sand I keep love, games, and sorrows. My body will be a path, I will give green to the pines and yellow to the genista. To your red dawns my eyes became accustomed like a curve to the road.
Bury me without pain between the sea and the sky.
Juan Manuel Serrat
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Salinger wisdom
The religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created such an ugly world.
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“The worst thing about death must be
the first night.”
– Juan Ramón Jiménez
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zoo kid- baby blue
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so, so good.
little poem
nobody notices but you talk like you’re sealing a bottle with a bottle cap.
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Snow and Dirty Rain
The lawn is drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room. I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We’ve read the back of the book, we...
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“My heart will bow when dew
is dropping sleep, until God burns time,
before the...”
– W.B. Yeats
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Traveling Together
If we are separated I will try to wait for you on your side of things
your side of the wall and the water and of the light moving at its own speed even on the leaves we have seen I will wait on one side
while a side is there
W.S. Merwin
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“Please don’t confront me with my failures. I had not forgotten them.”
– Nico
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Be Drunk
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you...
