February 2012
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I wonder if Republicans call actual elitists...
Boy Charlotte: 6X2 Rattle →
boycharlotte:
I am sure I was too drunk To notice How wonderful you were
I sat humming Or drumming
In between the bell pattern and rattle’s 6×2-rhythm
Somebody skin me And excuse me While I vomit
My last five Exits out of society
Give me grace Forgive my absence And confusion
For what…
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Boy Charlotte: Deeply Mary →
“they want to mount her from behind hard give it her in ways forbidden bury it in her they want to break all the taboos” - Boy Charlotte
boycharlotte:
chase her through the dead pine draped in her robe of nettle- pine pitch she pulls the ceanothus from deep below
“those hips are too beautiful for these back woods” say the boys
they want to unbraid her, breed her
ceanothus...
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Boy Charlotte: Where She Wears Her Clothes Inside... →
boycharlotte:
Scarlet Star
Heyoka His Medicine
She is wearing
A headdress of matchsticks
Robe of dog skins
Her small feet and are toughened to the bad bones
As she walks across the backs of men with her
Black lonesome thoughts
On roads too tough to hoe
She is counting small bills in the shade
“She is counting small bills in the shade
Because there is still a small pride”
“If I am not spiritually blind, I see your spirit. I speak to it if I want to...”
– Ayi Kwei Armah, The Healers
bohemian slapfight: So I actually tumblr searched... →
littleorphanammo:
There are straight up white people out there delivering monologues about how they feel marginalized because they identify as a PERSON OF COLOR.
BITCH!
Have you looked in a mirror? You are fucking white! There is nothing you can do about that. You are whitey white white white.
I don’t…you are…
“Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my...”
– Lost in the Forest, Pablo Neruda (via floralnymph)
“There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated...”
– Wendell Berry, from “How to Be a Poet” in Given (via proustitute)
Boy Charlotte: Mama Iris →
boycharlotte:
I have never been pretty Something you would want To look at for long
In market places, trading posts and bazaars I have made old men cough, children squint And their aunties made them wear Their clothes inside out and backwards After I touched their eggs and cork bottles
I got sick once…
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“Intoxicated, entranced by the new world of commodities, the West lost its...”
– - Daniel Pinchbeck’s, Breaking Open the Head
Boy Charlotte: Robe of Fern, Chapter of... →
boycharlotte:
i once was somebodies pretty
wore neroi and rose absolute. season of pearls and cashmere, cinnamon in the brandy
crumbling under his touch, fingers between my legs I quivered
wanted more
sweeter than honey spun baklava
i believed
the sun went down in october
by late winter i was a…
“Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.”
– Pablo Picasso
(via nickzadrozny)
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What has happened to this state?
I’m so sick of politically correct, extra sensitive this and that.. and the, “Whoa that’s intense” if like someone sees another person eating a roast beef sandwich. Or if I come right out and say, “No you didn’t make the team, and that’s alright.” That’s why it’s called ‘tryouts’ dammit. Intense? Why? All this is making this...
“The Sage acts without action and teaches without talking All things...”
– Tao Te Ching, Verse 2, trans. Star (via metapianycist)
No one ever cares about how it feels for CHILDREN...
svnoyi:
Just pretend all the uphappy, unrepresented, and oppressed little kids dont exist, ok? They just suddenly exist at the age of 16 or so, always getting bent out of shape about race things for no damn reason. Gosh, why cant they get their shit together, right?
I'm thinking, seriously thinking about opening an...
I need to make some extra cash. Is it worth it? I mean really?
I am an Herbalist and Medicine Maker and I make all kinds of salves, teas, tinctures etc.. My work is based on four modalities. Western Herbalism, Ayurveda, TCM and Yorubic Medicine. Thoughts? Advice?
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Her Kind
I’ve posted this same poem from time to time since I started my Tumblr back in 2007. Tonight it’s making another appearance. Enjoy… I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been...
“But there, where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in,...”
– Rabindranath Tagore (via proustitute)
bohemian slapfight: So I just got kicked out. of... →
littleorphanammo:
And I haven’t written anything about it until now, because I thought I had some time, but I have ONE DAY. She wants me gone by tomorrow and I am BEGGING AND PLEADING anyone in the NYC area for somewhere to go.
Because I have no where to go. And I am fucking terrified and afraid. And I really need…
"All my Relations" vs. "Our Father" →
kilsoquah:
A really thoughtful analysis by nhpeacenik -
“I know that the mental and physical effects of reading or saying the Lakota prayer feel positive and helpful. Having grown up with the Lord’s prayer, I feel anxious when I listen to the words, but peaceful if I just let it wash over me as an ancient formula, like singing or hearing an old ballad. We used to say in unison, along...
“Sorrow almost resents love, it is so inflamed.
I am glad if the broken words...”
– Emily Dickinson, from a letter dated January 1878 (via proustitute)
“Suffering, like a stone . . .
(around my neck,
deep inside me)”
– Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (translated by Richard Howard)
