March 2011
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“Time and music are so interwoven. We walk around awash in our own past,...”
– Jennifer Egan, author of A Visit from the Goon Squad (via austinkleon)
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“The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via nothings)
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I photographed these people after the moment of death. I never knew them as human beings. I never knew what languages they spoke, what their religious or political beliefs were, how much money they had, or who they loved. All I know about them is the cause of death. The idea of death being opened for scrutiny is very disturbing. Most of us assume we are going to go gently into that good night....
goodpoetry:
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind — As if my Brain had split — I tried to match it — Seam by Seam — But could not make it fit. The thought behind, I strove to join Unto the thought before — But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls — upon a Floor.
Emily Dickinson
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my garden
goodpoetry:
in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.
Charles Bukowski
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goodpoetry:
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.
Robert Frost
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septembrist:
The sound of footsteps comes from deep underground, like the flow of blood Butterflies behold their plunge towards death Like you, distance is at the heart of everything On the surface of the earth I am alone in a strange land
Zhai Yongming
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Last Things
arsvitaest:
by William Meredith
For Robert Lowell
I In the tunnel of woods, as the road Winds up through the freckled light, a porcupine, Larger than life, crosses the road. He moves with the difficulty of relics— Possum, armadillo, horseshoe crab. To us they seem creatures arthritic with time, Winding joylessly down like burnt-out galaxies. In all their slowness we see no dignity, ...
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goodpoetry:
And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are.
Mark Strand
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World Poetry Day
rerylikes:
sharingpoetry:
Today is World Poetry Day. Celebrate by reading your favorite poets and sharing the power of poetry with others.
With Da Vinci’s quote: “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen” I invite everyone to share the beauty with others on SharingPoetry
