September 2010
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POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: A New Season for Poetry →
pohoguidestars:
With the end of September rapidly approaching we New Yorkers can feel the oncoming fall blowing in gently (or like a tornado, as the past weeks have shown us). School has started for college students, high schoolers and kindergartners alike. Boots and coats are being showcased in storefronts. Along with the arrival of cold air and crunchy fallen leaves also comes a new calendar...
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here is something
Lying here at 3 in the morning, physically exhausted and wishing I could fall asleep my mind has refused to shut off. Repeating song lyrics to myself to try and drift off I realized that Art really is the closest thing to religion for me (I don’t care how “hip” that sounds, I’ve felt that way for ages). I know it may sound petty that song lyrics helped me realize it but,...
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent...”
– Robert Fulghum
thebronzemedal:
I just had to explain to a nice elderly gentleman that his tape deck would not play the library’s downloadable mp3 audiobooks. He looked heartbroken.
This would make me so sad to do.
“Without thinking about it I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She...”
– Quickies in New York: Like A Wet Dog
“The first time you glimpse yourself through the eyes of a person like that,...”
– Never Let Me Go, Kazu Shiguro
They Lived Next Door to Mermaids, Stephanie...
poetry365:
the house was new
untouched by ghosts
or the dead who like
to sing
the weeds were growing,
we took a spade
hooking through, like
a needle
into the hearth of dirt
until he found red again
as we laughed
despite all the water.
Hunting Horns (Cors de Chasse), Guillaume...
poetry365:
Our history is noble and tragic
Like a tyrant’s glaring mask
No hazard nor magical drama
No trivial detail
Makes pathos of our love
Opium possessed de Quincey
Chaste poison drunk to Anne
He dreamed his life away
On on since all must past
I’ll frequently turn back
Memories are hunting horns
Whose sound dies out along with the wind Read More
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i block out relationships because they lack innocence. i am comfortable with being the victim, but not the the antagonist. i self-fulfill my own fears in that i hurt the ones who fill me. i push those away that don’t allow me to ruminate on my own suffering and loneliness. i,i,i,i,i,i. older men, who cannot touch me, make me feel comfortable. there is a suffering in the relationship in that you...
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“…you have made my hands fall in love,
you moored my desire,
you caught...”
– Poetry 365: You Have What I Look For, Jamie Sabines (for 9/3), translated by W. S. Merwin
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deep cut
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. an emotion you haven’t felt in years that you might have forgotten about completely if your emotional playlist hadn’t been left on shuffle—a feeling whose opening riff tugs on all your other neurons like a dog on a leash waiting for you to open the door.
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I HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE
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