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Posted on 12th Apr at 11:08 PM, with 386 notes

poetsorg:

From “The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams:

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

"There is nothing sacred about literature, it is [cursed] from one end to the other. There is nothing in literature but change and change is mockery. I’ll write whatever I […] please, whenever I […] please and as I […] please and it’ll be good if the authentic spirit of change is on it.”William Carlos Williams

+ Kanye, “The Joy:” you’re life’s cursed? well mine’s an OBSCENITY

Posted on 29th Mar at 9:03 PM, with 1 note
The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly–. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

plunges into the heart and is gone.
[via sangbleu]

The Panther

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

anything else. It seems to him there are

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

the movement of his powerful soft strides

is like a ritual dance around a center

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

lifts, quietly–. An image enters in,

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

plunges into the heart and is gone.

[via sangbleu]

Posted on 28th Mar at 11:10 AM, with 2,305 notes

nec per se quemquam tempus sentire fatendumst 

semotum ab rerum motu placidaque quiete. 

denique Tyndaridem raptam belloque subactas 

Troiiugenas gentis cum dicunt esse, videndumst 

ne forte haec per se cogant nos esse fateri, 

quando ea saecla hominum, quorum haec eventa fuerunt, 

inrevocabilis abstulerit iam praeterita aetas; 

namque aliud terris, aliud regionibus ipsis 

eventum dici poterit quod cumque erit actum. 

denique materies si rerum nulla fuisset 

nec locus ac spatium, res in quo quaeque geruntur, 

numquam Tyndaridis forma conflatus amore 

ignis Alexandri Phrygio sub pectore gliscens 

clara accendisset saevi certamina belli 

nec clam durateus Troiianis Pergama partu 

inflammasset equos nocturno Graiiugenarum; 

perspicere ut possis res gestas funditus omnis 

non ita uti corpus per se constare neque esse 

nec ratione cluere eadem qua constet inane, 

sed magis ut merito possis eventa vocare 

corporis atque loci, res in quo quaeque gerantur.

Posted on 19th Mar at 1:09 AM, with 1 note
Alex et Simon

for you

Thème de Simon

Tagged: #sonic youth,
Posted on 15th Mar at 10:24 AM, with 220 notes
alsothesetumbleweeds: you

holding
near
with
wish.
always the one sunset. 

“Prism” 10.
Abstractedshapes, patterns.The light of the mind. The cold, exactingfiresof disinterestedness, curiouslyblocked by earth, coherent, glitteringin air and water,the elaboratesigns that said now plant, now harvest –-I could name them, I had names for them:two different things.14.The assignment was to fall in love.The author was female.The ego had to be called the soul.The action took place in the body.Stars represented everything else: dreams, the mind, etc.The beloved was identifiedwith the self in a narcissistic projection.The mind was the subplot. It went nattering on.Time was experiencedless as narrative than ritual.What was repeated had weight.Certain endings were tragic, thus acceptable.Everything else was failure.
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alsothesetumbleweeds: you

holding

near

with

wish.

always the one sunset

“Prism” 10.


Abstracted
shapes, patterns.
The light of the mind. The cold, exacting
firesof disinterestedness, curiously
blocked by earth, coherent, glittering
in air and water,
the elaborate
signs that said now plant, now harvest –-
I could name them, I had names for them:
two different things.
14.
The assignment was to fall in love.
The author was female.
The ego had to be called the soul.
The action took place in the body.
Stars represented everything else: dreams, the mind, etc.
The beloved was identified
with the self in a narcissistic projection.
The mind was the subplot. It went nattering on.
Time was experienced
less as narrative than ritual.
What was repeated had weight.
Certain endings were tragic, thus acceptable.
Everything else was failure.

Posted on 9th Mar at 12:51 AM, with 6 notes

Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Not that a man’s desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales;
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

Posted on 8th Mar at 11:38 AM, with 653 notes
“Fugue,” Averno 22.I know what you want —you want Orpheus, you want death.Orpheus who said “Help me find Eurydice.”Then the music began, the lament of the soulwatching the body vanish.

“Fugue,” Averno 
22.
I know what you want —
you want Orpheus, you want death.

Orpheus who said “Help me find Eurydice.”

Then the music began, the lament of the soul
watching the body vanish.

Posted on 8th Mar at 11:33 AM, with 605 notes

Above the dazzling city lies the starless
night. Ruthless, you are pleased the price of one

is the other. That night

dense with date palms, crazy with the breath-
less aromas of fresh-cut earth,

black sky thronging with light so thick the fixed

unbruised stars bewildered
sight, I wanted you dazzled, wanted you drunk.

As we lie on our backs in close dark parallel furrows newly

dug, staring up at the consuming sky light
falling does not stop at flesh: each thing hidden, burried

between us now burns and surrounds us,

visible, like breath in freezing air. What you ignore or refuse
or cannot bear. What I hide that I ask, but

ask. The shimmering improvisations designed to save us

fire melts to law. I touched the hem of your garment
your side, feeding me briefly just enough to show me why I ask.

Melancholy, as if shorn, you cover as ever each glowing pyre

with dirt. In this light is our grave. Obdurate, you say: We
are darkness. We are the city

whose brightness blots the stars from night.

nevver:

Of Length and MeasuresPrison and the America Landscape

Posted on 2nd Mar at 2:22 AM, with 1 note
bob-parinaud:

# 4371 : L’eau LE GAZ l’éléctricité. Chinon.

There is no end to writing or drawing. Being born doesn’t end.
Drawing is being born. Drawing is born. 
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(Without End no State of Drawingness no, rather The Executioner’s Taking off,  Hélène Cixous)
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bob-parinaud:

# 4371 : L’eau LE GAZ l’éléctricité. Chinon.

There is no end to writing or drawing. Being born doesn’t end.

Drawing is being born. Drawing is born. 

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(Without End no State of Drawingness no, rather The Executioner’s Taking off,  Hélène Cixous)

Posted on 26th Feb at 2:56 PM, with 140 notes
 

Tapestry of waterways, mudflats and forested islands — the Sundarban forest: The largest remaining tract of mangrove forest in the world, stretching across part of southwestern Bangladesh and southeastern India; home to the endangered Bengal tiger, sharks, crocodiles, and freshwater dolphins, as well as nearly two hundred bird species.
Landsat 7 Image by NASA Earth Observatory.
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Tapestry of waterways, mudflats and forested islands — the Sundarban forest: The largest remaining tract of mangrove forest in the world, stretching across part of southwestern Bangladesh and southeastern India; home to the endangered Bengal tiger, sharks, crocodiles, and freshwater dolphins, as well as nearly two hundred bird species.

Landsat 7 Image by NASA Earth Observatory.

Elizabeth Bishop, "Little Exercise"

Posted on 26th Feb at 2:48 PM, with 12,449 notes
12 month solargraph, winter solstice to winter solstice.
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12 month solargraph, winter solstice to winter solstice.

Elizabeth Bishop, "Anaphora"

Posted on 25th Feb at 12:30 AM, with 2 notes
from Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Moose”
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from Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Moose”

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