August 2010
17 posts
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Numberless
There is heat the heart of your child bleeds out,
an angel with a watering can that dances in Oboes, clear, intentional.
There is a fading of rose lined against your cheeks.
There is emerald dust rubbed on your pillow.
There is running water lapping the backs of your calves,
a distant white noise, ignored at the walls of our end.
There is a storm that hides in the mountains, shaking,...
Noam Chomsky: The Real Reasons the U.S. Enables...
principialuis:
Kathleen Wells: What do you say to the fact that Hamas is listed on the United States State Department terrorist list? So they’re characterized as terrorist?
Noam Chomsky: Yeah, they are. Because they do things we don’t like. The terrorist list has been a historic joke, in fact, a sick joke. So take a look at the history of the terrorist list. Up until 1982, Iraq — Saddam...
“Whenever a theory appears to you as the only possible one, take this as a sign...”
– Karl Popper. (via mills)
“I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still...”
– Demian - Hermann Hesse
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Ballad of old Georgia
Lazy smiles and a mess of hair that
looked so beautiful against your
unruly eyes, young suns,
burning yellow like southern flowers
and home cooked traditions.
With all the
“Yes, ma’ams” and the “No, ma’ams”.
And, all the damned
ya’lls and droppin’ the g off of any old word.
You’re bright and absolutely lovely,
like sweet tea with bare...
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It’s terrifying really. The sensation, the desire to write for hours. At times I feel as if I could, yet I cut it’s stem, forcing the flower and its growth to an end.
Scared, tired, evasive, I put my pen down and ferment in happiness and loneliness. In anger and in empathy, listening to music, waves as blue as it is yellow. Or as dark as it is shining.
I feel in love, close to the...
ashliwood asked: :'(
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Ocean Sketches
Your words become cerulean.
Garments the color of sky.
Hands, a carbuncle reflection,
fiery, an Assyrian flash of iron.
Your beak, your intrusions nuzzled in intimacy
that resembles war’s brutal cinematic ways,
left my heart in oxidation, bruised, charred, yet loved.
For what it’s worth, this warmth, drifting together
timeless, familiar, and all too similar, towards
words, so...
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Nothing compares in its likeness,
To its death, a glory unfounded
and apotheosized.
We live in frayed edges, a river front, sitting;
Waves. Sitting. Knees close to chin, arms wrapped.
Waves. Sitting, as if waiting.
Dilapidated through life’s own beauty.
Lone horseman, a satchel. Born into
this road.
Andante, a Barranquilla!
Para que pueda ahogarse.
This child at his side rides...
“Does anyone doubt that once a society ceases to be able to afford schools,...”
– What collapsing empire looks like - Glenn Greenwald (via kateoplis)
annarverold:
And the tree spoke to her, as her palm rested on its frighteningly twisted trunk, ashed face and deep wrinkles. and it said “Girl, take off your shoes.” and she did. and it said, “Girl, take off your shoes, and leave your hands on my face. Feel with your roots, my roots beneath the dirt and sand. And feel how they spin, like how you spin: intimately beneath the surface. And feel how...
Hour long bike ride, work tonight, old employees, humid as all fuck. Also, I really like elephants, giraffes, lions, turtles, and dogs.
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Exchange in frailty, clothed in bit lips.
Glazed eyes, a tongue as thick as a bull’s
and as faint
as a
feather.
Heavy, delicate, misunderstood.
