semperaugustus: How easily we are undone, knowing the events without the plot: caution and light and the odor of skin threading the secret, a loom. What will happen? From Jorie Graham’s “On Why I Would Betray You,” in Hybrids of Plants and of Ghosts. 1980.
sometimes you need a famous writer to tell you...
“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize...
How Men Fight For Their Lives by Saeed Jones →
The Rumpus is my favorite and Saeed is beautiful. Have I mentioned these things to you before? Also, www.twitter.com/theferocity. You will not be disappointed.
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Only real life has slower zig-zags, leaving its burn marks on us, foolprints one can follow, made not with our feet, but presumptions that everyone is satisfied and will cheer wildly if their hometown is mentioned. -From Evolution by Allan Peterson
small fires: things that give you pleasure →
mkimarnold: You’ve slept deeply for many hours on cool, smooth sheets. The window to your bedroom is open and a breeze blows in. The air is sweet and smells faintly of the sea. You wake with an unnamed longing. You drift back to sleep - but you sleep only lightly then - until morning. Finding a letter that…
Evolution by Allen Peterson
EVOLUTION Allen Peterson So our toes and fingers were all roots, once touching, and a body sometimes grown up to a standing beast that later came loose from the earth, nails painted red. The tips of our backbones grew from their processes, sunbursts, and then receded. The hair on our bodies had been spines like a cactus, had been grass growing like water in the wind, and peach fur before...
small fires: 14 dreams →
mkimarnold: Dream: You call me from the hospital, but by the time I get there, you are gone. Dream: You are standing in a field of poppies. You rise up from a sea of red. Dream: You are sitting on the concrete steps beneath the tunnel. I am standing there but you cannot see me. I say: Look at me, here I… Are you all reading and following Mary Kim Arnold yet?
Our meeting was like the upward swish of a rocket In the blue night. I do not know when it burst; But now I stand gaping, In a glory of falling stars. From Pyrotechnics by Amy Lowell via mkimarnold Last night the popping of fireworks overhead and the sizzle of some kind of firecrackers being set off in the middle of our street first made me think of war and what it might be like to be...