May 2012
14 posts
Proximity
place your hags in the other room there was never any room for we having been mistaken by the sea endeavors through misty harbors lit or otherwise the sky clear and air chilly of a season pre- vious
you remind me of the colors of past times like old films, like maybe the 30s? but in 2012 also the cover of that book, midnight in the garden of good and evil which is also a faded memory (from childhood) but only the cover and not the book, I never read it and your colors are bright though faded and I miss the chains that you drag from I didn’t know if I would, then, and your fidgety side...
Awesome pictures of writers
aaknopf:
What a kick!
unshelvable:
John Bryson’s 1959 pic of Ernest Hemingway high kicking a beer can. Image via
Vladimir Nabokov hunting down butterflies in Ithaca, New York in 1958. Photo by Carl Mydans, from the Life Photo Archive
Mark Twain taking his billiards game very, very seriously. Image via
UMMMMM…..AWESOME.
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my touch your touch mother’s touch (mine, yours) father’s touch (yours, mine) a cousin’s, a sister’s, we can’t keep it all the same at a rate that corresponds consistently inversely to our work and our love for our work to quote my favorite protagonist, the days of pinball have come to an end everyone has to give it up some time
April 2012
17 posts
making sometimes regular
deeply indignant the horse feed no longer feeds the highest horse the saddest fold is every gap in time to you from me nightly, to mourning
- x
the rain does not stop the birds do not stop my window is still copying the sky and often wonders of before i was a fan of the rain often switching to before you were flighty and fearless, (mostly flighty) like the pre-dawn birds that visit too early and leave before I can settle on focus
they say the grape vines in Paris are a dime a dozen but you won’t get much when you perk ears to listen because grapevines are for local connections and can’t surmount the line, transatlantic to which I do belong, I think you’d better go listening elsewhere.
now I don’t suppose I am reason enough to traverse foreign lands, but I do suppose, I have been s’posin for...
Watchedings:
Automated water calligraphy…
A Poem-A-Day Celebration: New Words →
celebratepoetry:
Poem submission by Benvenuto Garisto
Words cannot express, So I will make a new alphabet! A new language! New stories! New libraries! I will make new dungeons to house it’s secrets. I’ll make new voices that can’t be heard and have no sound. I’ll make it all! I’ll make new legends, new…
april showers better bring
time zones, time zones
in, the weather today is like
a smell of spring I’ve
never smelled before
the smoky fresh
of freshly buzzed lawns
sunrise? these days are more
like the blue of pre-dawn
A Poem-A-Day Celebration: Jane Hirshfield's... →
aaknopf:
celebratepoetry:
Perishable, It Said
Perishable, it said on the plastic container, and below, in different ink, the date to be used by, the last teaspoon consumed.
I found myself looking: now at the back of each hand, now inside the knees, now turning over each foot to look at the sole.
Then at the leaves of the young tomato plants, then at the arguing jays.
Under the wooden...
March 2012
17 posts
the occupation of my silences
a thousand tiny moons that light up with you i’m steering toward with muddy rudders how long is soon your rhythm and my blues ecstacy pre-maturely subdued your loophole-less rules some things better left unsaid are sometimes due
it was better when i was kinder when I was not him mimicry, badly separate myself from who i think i could be but in fact shouldn’t be it was better when i wasted time efficiently by loving and not actually wasting loving time what are you doing ? i’m loving time. nothing is wasted every good thing returns in a different form when I am not kind there is no good thing produced...
here they call it americano
years ago you drank espresso with water I never understood the taste for it wise beyond your years or maybe you were just pretending (but i don’t think so) years later I’ve finally caught up it took five months of cafeteria coffee to root my addiction to grey courtyards squared skies lucky cigarettes firmly established how long will these elements linger?
replace 'write music' with 'do graphic design'
Once in Amsterdam, a Dutch musician said to me, “It mst be very difficult for you in America to write music, for you are so far away from the centers of tradition.” I had to say, ” It must be very difficult for you in Europe to write music, for you are so close to the centers of tradition.” - john cage, silence (history of experimental music in the us)
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okay, 7th...
mispelled the alphabet
dusty corners of vinyl jackets dusty fingertips searching
we converse without our mother tongues our mothers will try hard in broken english
every time you drop the pin and sit down, eyes closed, smoke rolling out of your mouth
these days I - ve forgotten the feast — still holding on to the fruit in the tree unaware of the feast you were saving for me (ahnmin lee)
precious
What’s the best thing about being a couple working in design?
Min: Since we work together, we don’t have to feel sorry for working too much.
Sulki: Agreed.
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(wave)
I feel a bit like Maurice Bendrix following Sarah Miles I took a picture of someone I
February 2012
14 posts
the mountain says he misses me but all i can think of is the hill the only hill in the country
