May 2013
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April 2013
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““You can be a silent witness, which means silence itself can become a way of...”
– (via sacreamour)
March 2013
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“Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction,...”
– David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via streamingc)
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“V is a kind of pale, transparent pink: I think it’s called, technically,...”
– Vladimir Nabokov on Synesthesia/color hearing
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drought
then flood we wait then it comes in a rush gush i would prefer a little much more current over the course
no one remembers the truth of the dreams a scene that keeps coming back no matter how hard you try to push it
we wait for the bird to build its lovenest in the morning praying for the mercury to rise then lamenting warmth’s brevity
all the while in awe and regretful of the inevitable end
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the valley like god's vein.
dream: the hill’s valley by duck creek was full of red hot air balloons. they all were the same shade of crimson red but each one had the most intricate texture, perhaps embroidered, it looked like the surfaces were crawling. the sky was very dark. the autumnal land was shadowed. it occurs to me the hot air balloons were like red blood cells and the valley like god’s vein.
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rondeau (RON-do) noun
A poem of 13 lines with two rhymes and the opening words used as a refrain in two places. I dreamt you died and I awoke. The hills and valleys are no joke. We trudged through sludge in the Woods on the way home to Minnesota. The bloated arm of sky pressed our necks Voices pinged off our eardrums And basslines strangely raised our mojo. The vacuum was heavy and I slipped in a puddle My girlfriend...
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circus
the circular circus hovers over the hollow of never & glancing down you view yourself you with the infinite eyes in the chasm like you stepped off into heaven catching white in your mouth and two clouds with their shrouds swing low to touch your cheek (shadow of aforementioned never touching you) drift of wind flutterbugs your hair but the rest of all of you will never sway today for the...
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“What empties itself falls into the place that is open.”
– Jane Hirschfield, from “A Hand” (via creatio-ex-materia)
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post primates: Seducing Buoyancy →
wctank:
Calling out across the carpet, a flesh of condensation
participating in precipitation
exceptional landscapes brought the above a hovering
conversation… in part with you, as I see you… way… over… there
and partly with myself
about letting go of great moments
WRITHING UP
under an assortment of colorful garments
the mixed messages of discombobulated buoyancy
Is this not an...
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Watchthe doctorate by the brevvaxlings
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Spot the Fake: Benny →
spotthefake:
The patio was a refuge and made me forget we were on the West Bank, much less in a condominium in Cedar Riverside neighborhood. Darkness filtered in through parallelograms of space between the lattice woodwork to create smooth pauses to the light. People stopped by that were unfamiliar. I was trying to be cool, friendly, chill. I drank another beer to relax.
Like Spain, we stayed...
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then the voice of reason came crashing in,
forcing language and mouthing hungry animals all the way to starbucks
it was a fantastic contraction no panic or faction but the reaction of an exhausted mother to reboost and retreat and feel great about the heat sit still hold the bill and pay it, pay twice and make sure it gets paid keep the top up forget about the weather gottam it nothing important just civilised intention tonight we get...
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“Be present as the watcher of your mind — of your thoughts and emotions as well...”
– Eckhart Tolle (via ashramof1)
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PASSES
1. stones with algae flowing like a lady’s hair in the current underwater 2. the chamber of the heart when lit up with an incandescent bulb, about 25 watts 3. it was a sold out show but we were on the list 4. a soundtrack for riding 5. a spaceship made of flutes going thru the carwash 6. close encounter with clover, start this one over 7. field frequencies pedal forth in acoustic bone...
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“Everything is mediated through the mind, translated, filtered, allegorized,...”
– Carl Jung
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as when the rush comes
the snow melt sun spot shining thru hitting your ankle in a greenhouse moment dare not to move for to lose the sweet kiss of the hot lover of the sky come down to twist you up remind you of warmth of relaxed and happy the time of when skin was all it was
and we can throw ourselves into every experience then listen to the lake pushing itself up it’s all a rush back, warping, wrapping time up in...
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February 2013
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cut down again and again
look, the lupine got pissed and left the garden party while the lilies would not go but became belligerent the asclepias got drunk and left their seeds everywhere as did the solidago, sloppy seconds in cracks and naked soil
i would do the begonias again ditto the zinna, geranium and marigold not the moonflower vine which takes too long to get to the point and screw that rugosa rose, who kept...
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not where but how
as comfortable in discomfort as could be, secured into a sling, slung in faux silk, thumping into bed and mooshing up the pillows, throwing legs, comforted by vitamin s, reassured when nervous despite my old hat sunspots just missed us, hoping for a hit thru a window, big toothy smiles and goes too fast, outstanding updos and clean-cut teamsluts, I was surprised to hear a boy’s voice grow up...
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“Throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via didyoueatallthisacid)
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seasonal beard whiskers
I used to think matching mattered, he thought, but now it’s an acceptance of chaos as natural to embrace the other. Make a mess because that is what humans are really good at doing, enjoy it when the patterns form beautiful things.
This thinking led Marv to retreat north, to the shore of Superior, where art could become imperfect through the influence of the natural world. Each season was...
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supply
Clean water is going to be the primary issue, Viktor insisted. The melting and absorbing of coastlines would mean free-for-all pollution, everything in the agua’s path excavated and swirled into a mass. So year after year, Viktor and Scyl accumulated and replenished a supply of fresh water, near their survivalist cabin in northern Minnesota, safely away from the Great Lakes and waterways...
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where I learned the names for everything
My grandmother was in charge of the big vegetable garden, and very fancy gardens all around the house. She was an old German woman, and she loved plants. That’s where I learned the names for everything from hollyhocks to delphiniums to zinnias to moss roses, whatever. We had long rows of asparagus and long rows of rhubarb, and we’d harvest it and then go into town to a grocery store. The...
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goddess help you
beaded knotting, knitting, working fingers through sacks of stones. rolling over knuckles smoothly. running knuckles through stones, a face angles through hair. eclipse energy fingers touching, detox detox, digitalis expandus, not into our good nightmare, just the only one we made up ourselves, blast this staff to ash, so mote it be. goddess help you, goddess help you, she’ll set up altars...
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