January 2012
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The Cool Web - Robert Graves
Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,
How hot the scent is of the summer rose,
How dreadful the black wastes of evening sky,
How dreadful the tall soldiers drumming by.
But we have speech, to chill the angry day,
And speech, to dull the rose's cruel scent.
We spell away the overhanging night,
We spell away the soldiers and the fright.
There's a cool web of language winds us in,
Retreat...
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Summer Solstice
I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what...
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“Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves...”
– Pablo Neruda, from “Keeping Quiet,” trans. Alastair Reid (via proustitute)
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this room and everything in it: The Loneliest Job... →
rabbit-light:
As soon as you begin to ask the question, Who loves me? you are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? and then it is hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job…
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WatchPure unadulterated surf porn. Just watching it is a jean-creaming mixture of exhilaration and terror, so I can only imagine how it feels to ride a wave like that.
“‘Breathing in, I calm body and mind. Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh, Being Peace (via zenhabits)
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“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it...”
– ee cummings - i carry your heart
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“Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force… When we are...”
– Brenda Ueland
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so much joy it hurts: Chagrin, Alan King →
kathleenjoy:
When security escorts a woman back to the register, you hear other shoppers whispering their speculations—the alarm’s tone before plainclothes officers flank her at the door, their hands beckoning to come with them. And does it matter that you both are among the few African Americans in a…
“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from...”
– Stephen King
Detritus: Writing club #pomodorojerk - the rules →
jasonawilson:
This is not a new year thing - I have been working on this basis for a little while - but I just thought today would be a good day to extend the invitation to a writing fellowship I am starting based largely on the ideas of Robert Boice with a hint of Pomodoro-type timer deadline nonsense.
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