April 2008
phillip: Matisyahu - Time of Your Song Recently,...
burning letters, drinking vodka.
“A partir d’aujourd’hui, je n’aspire plus qu’à une
...”
– MeliMelo - L’expérience.
“I don’t want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you...”
– Camille Claudel
The Night Shift- Night Flowering Plants →
Evening Gardens →
“Everyone knows,
everyone knows
that you and I have seen the garden
from that...”
– Forough Farrokhzad
triciaward: emiliana torrini. sunny road. first...
Reveal Your Secret Hobbit Name →
desaturated: hilker: “Falco Toadfoot of Frogmorton” We must be related. I am Berilac Toadfoot of Frogmorton. “Ruby Proudfoot”… interesting
Tumblr to launch pro service, intelligent group... →
(via angelacw)
“Let your sex be your medicine and your medicine be your sex.”
– Kasia, in Zone fucking ii. (via debauchette)
8.
tarts: It was always like this: you broken before me, beautiful in all the order of your parts, an anatomy lesson, the simple continent our bodies broke away from. Because you are so open, because the whole of your life is laid out here, a chamber to be entered and stripped. You have nothing to hide. That sort of power kills us, for whom moonlight, the concept blue, is intolerably complex...
Annotated Chronology for Bear Butte →
BEAR BUTTE ISSUE MORE CRITICAL THAN EVER! →
Greetings to all my relations, I am writing to you today to alert you to the commercial desecration of land held sacred by nearly all the Plains American Indian Nations, Bear Butte. This blatant disregard for the spiritual beliefs and traditional and cultural treasure of thousands of people is evidenced by the continuing and mounting presence of bars, clubs, strobe lights, a proposed stadium, and...
Introduction to Poetry
nikography: by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie...
