October 2010
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Fuck
There are people who will tell you that using the word fuck in a poem indicates a serious lapse of taste, or imagination, or both. It’s vulgar, indecorous, an obscenity that crashes down like an anvil falling through a skylight to land on a restaurant table, on the white linen, the cut-glass vase of lilacs. But if you were sitting over coffee when the metal hit your saucer like a...
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Mamihlapinatapai.
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“I don’t have a fear of commitment, I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw...”
– (via cocoablush)
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LAST CALL
It’s the hour when everyone’s drunk
and the bar turns marvelous, music
swirling over the red booths,
smoke rising from neglected cigarettes as in each glass
ice slides into other ice, dissolving;
it’s when one stranger nudges another
and says, staring at the blurred rows of pour spouts,
I hear they banned dwarf tossing in France,
and the second man nods
and...
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frida kahlo to marty mcconnel
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or...
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Turning this in was like pulling out one of those quivering tendrils under my skin, something intrinsic something that shied away from the world. Writing it was more cathartic, me feeling alive by feeling dead, in the summer when nothing died but clouds dwindled in the stupor, clouds of perceptive idyll spinning softly into dust.
I remember reading Thomas Hardy’s The Self-Unseeing and...
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desperatelyquiet:
This is how I feel too.
April i love your writing.
thesedropsofgoldendreams
Thanks! I love how you upload all your photographs so prolifically, it’s amazing!! I’m a little slow in that haha.
Anyhow, the grad school is offering contemporary poetry courses on fridays for columbia students. Join with me? (:
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sunday at 2am
conversations on fb with nat
Me: okay what party
please tell
Nat: all i know is bianca is stalking us lol
Me: while you are partying ‘hard’, i’m in butler with george
have fun being stalked
Nat: so ur stalking people from butler now
Me: the only person in front of me is george. we’re not stalking anybody, my coffee only gives me enough energy to churn out...
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so you want to be a writer? by charles bukowski
so you want to be a writer? if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, ...
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charles bukowski
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and I won’t blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won’t blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you...
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