August 2011
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some of the cities and villages i once lived in...
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“The witch raised up the maiden’s face and smoothed her tears away as though she...”
– Catherynne Valente, In the Night Garden
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This Basic Call to Consciousness is an expression of their understanding that “For centuries we have known that each individual’s action creates conditions and situations that affect the world. For centuries we have been careful to avoid any action unless it carried a long-range prospect of promoting harmony and peace in the world. In that context, with our brothers and sisters of the...
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Heard you
“The slow man with integrity will ultimately catch the swift one who has...”
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I hunt for a sign of you in all the others, In the rapid undulant river of women, Braids, shyly sinking eyes, Light step that slices, sailing through the foam. Suddenly I think I can make out your nails, Oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry: Then it’s your hair that passes by, and I think I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water. I searched, but no one else had your rhythms, Your light,...
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effulgence
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boycharlotte:
call of the angels turn of the colors turn to stone
it’s in the thunder shudder of the earth gathering of the souls
in a field is a cold truth upon the ground of Gabriel
i am hopes daughter and i bound towards the song at sunrise
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring...
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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...”
– Nietzsche (via crackedbones)
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“Just as a blind man comprehends a thing,
I feel your fate although I cannot...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “For a Friend,” translated by Joan M. Burnham (adapted from fuckyeahrainermariarilke)
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knows dirt and the going away. let me sink like a...
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boycharlotte:
lichen dead pine hashish black bears
yarrow under the fir sometimes
my life now
she screamed last night, that mountain lion when i walked back
from the hanger on the way to the cabin. starla brushed it off
and i left her in the manzanita. bubbye starla
a bottle on the porch
the clouds come together they move apart
my life here
