life is a phase →
lonelysputnik: “it’s just a phase” “they’ll grow out of it” “lesbian until graduation” I’m not just talking about queer identities. People often label the way someone is acting or feeling as merely a phase, and use this to delegitimize and dismiss their current experience. Someone is vegan, someone is depressed, someone is really attracted to dudes exclusively, someone is really into heavy...
Twenty-One Love Poems: II
Adrienne Rich I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming. Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other, you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed: our friend the poet comes into my room where I’ve been writing for days, drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere, and I want to show her one poem which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate, and wake. You’ve...
Alex Dimitrov I keep a note a friend left in a book of photos: lavender light over the snow flats – and I wonder if he used it in a poem, or if seeing, if the pleasure, was enough? Now that you and I aren’t lovers, I notice how the light at times will race up your obedient body, and reveal the flame I looked for – the life I said I saw, and hoped would be enough.
Here are the holy birds, grub white, with solid blood wobbling on their heads and throats They eat seeds and dirt, live in a shack, lay eggs, each bursting with a yellow sun, divine as lunch, squeeze out, there is only one word for it, shit, which transforms itself to beets or peonies, if you prefer. We too eat and grow fat, you aren’t content with that, you want more, you want...
I can’t listen to that much Wagner. I start getting the urge to conquer...– Woody Allen
I think this post's mostly filler.
Cecily: I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn't write them down I should probably forget all about them.
Miss Prism: Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Cecily: Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn't possibly have happened.
the laughing heart
Charles Bukowski your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there...