January 2010
35 posts
“A man can be free without being great, but no man can be great without being...”
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divine world a work of -kahlil gibran -love letters to mary haskell kahlil gibran
“One evil fate after another shall god arouse, presenting them with grievous...”
– Lycophron.
from the book Cecile translates to French.
(via 48books)
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"Not to boast or anything, but I can't write...
kafka on the shore my next book to come
You can't disappoint me, Because whatever you are...
Isabelle Sorenson: All this time, and you didn’t call. Donald Morton: I was gonna call. Isabelle Sorenson: You were? Donald Morton: Well just to tell you that I wasn’t gonna call so that you wouldn’t be aggravated, sitting around waiting and wondering when I was Isabelle Sorenson: gonna call? Donald Morton: Yeah. But in the end I figured that forcing myself into your life...
you fit into me
You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye
margaret atwood-you fit into me
Variations on the Word Sleep
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head. and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you...
“Joon: Why do you hate me so much?
Benny: I don’t hate you.
Joon: You...”
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mild roast goes well with poetry →
Chronology
I loved you in October when you hid behind your hair and rode your shadow in the corners of the house
and in November you invaded filling the air above my bed with dreams cries for some kind of help on my inner ear
in December I held your hands one afternoon; the light failed it came back on in a dawn on the Scottish coast you singing us ashore
now it is January, you...
“imagination is the highest kite one can fly”
– Lauren Bacall
kaçışına uğrayan çiçek
Şurayı götürün dedim onlara Burayı da, burayı da Alın götürün dedim Çimenlerin tirşe buğusunun üstünden Tirşe buğunun düşlere değen üstünden Düşlerin ayçiçeği giysilerinin üstünden O zaman anlatırım dedim onlara Pencere önümün niye uçtuğunu.
Evet Dönüp geliyor az sonra Kolumun altına yerleşiyor Kendisiyle yer değiştirir gibi İtiyorum onu, itiyorum, itiyorum Bütün zamanlar bitti...
death of a ladies man
jean simmons r.i.p,she passed away.spartakus will be waiting for you
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread “I never even knew how much I wanted you,” she said. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete. “O baby, I have come too late.” She knelt beside his feet. “I’ll never see a face like yours in years of men to come ...
“Live out your imagination, not your history.”
– Stephen R. Covey (via virginiawoolf)
being in limbo is not good for the soul
said once
if you forget me
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by...
a young survivor in haiti →
my friend’s nephew has just moved to haiti and thankfully he survived.
twice shy
Her scarf a la Bardot, In suede flats for the walk, She came with me one evening For air and friendly talk. We crossed the quiet river, Took the embankment walk. Traffic holding its breath, Sky a tense diaphragm: Dusk hung like a backcloth That shook where a swan swam, Tremulous as a hawk Hanging deadly, calm. A vacuum of need Collapsed each hunting heart But tremulously we held As hawk and...
canto vxxxi
photo: Ezra Pound, Poet, Rutherford, New Jersey, at the home of William Carlos Williams, June 30, 1958. ©Richard Avedon.
What thou lovest well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
Elysium, though it...