June 2011
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Having a Coke With You, Frank O'Hara
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluoresent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the...
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Sharing Poetry: Mary Oliver, "Wild Geese" →
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and…
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“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that...”
– Edith Wharton (via proustitute)
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“The moon is always full.”
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“Teach me how the candle wax says thank you to the flame.”
– “Jellyfish,” Andrea Gibson
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“I Fell In Love With A Dream,” Ella...
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“yes I said yes I will Yes.”
– Happy Bloomsday everyone (via nprfreshair)
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“You ask
why I make my home
in the mountain forest,
and I smile,
and am...”
– Li Po (701 - 762)
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from "Homage to Paul Cézanne," Charles Wright
“…The dead are a cadmium blue. We spread them with palette knives in broad blocks and planes.
We layer them stroke by stroke In steps and ascending mass, in verticals raised from the earth.
We choose, and layer them in, Blue, and a blue, and a breath,
Circle and smudge, cross-beak and buttonhook, We layer them in. We squint hard and terrace them line by line.
And so we are come...
Charles Wright writes as Paul Cézanne paints: Taches.
Such
vivid
strikes
of color.
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“I.
Sitting again on the front porch of the first cabin.
Grind of the deerfly,...”
– Part 1 of “Three Poems of Departure,” Charles Wright
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on poetry
A few years ago I had the pleasure of watching a biographical film on the poet Sylvia Plath. One of the most memorable scenes is Plath listening to Ted Hughes define poetry:
“It’s magic. It’s not about magic. It’s not like magic. It is magic. It’s real magic. It’s not conjuring tricks or pulling rabbits out of bloody hats. Incantations, spells, ceremonies,...
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“Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling...”
– Henry Miller, Black Spring, 1938 (via wonderfulambiguity)
“In truth, to possess one must have desired. We do not possess a line, a surface,...”
– Marcel Proust (via fuckyeahproust)
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“somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have...”
– “somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond,” e.e. cummings
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“Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace...”
– “Second Fig,” Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a...”
– “I Am Not Yours,” Sara Teasdale
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“My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come...”
– Song of Solomon, The King James Bible 