with the silence on low
Before we became decisions made, all was damned for the hottest public minutes of our private lives. Hollow headed, feeling fit, a people becoming peculiar to a people. The place made it’s own idioma, a hiccup in language, “idioumai - I Smurf my own Smurf,” said once by Smurf, overheard by this homemade idiournai. We emitted an unrelated violin skin process to duplicate yes...
She often could not articulate her thoughts; they seemed like objects glimpsed...– Katherine Min, After The Falls (via dondante)
nothing is more real than nothing– sam beckett
I have nothing to say/ and I am saying it/ and that is poetry/ as I need it.– John Cage, Lecture on Nothing 1949
Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two divided...– James Joyce from Ulysses (via theantidote)
Experiencing the poem: →
“I trust the implication of what I am saying, even though I am not absolutely sure of what it is that I am saying. I’m just willing to let it be.”
Side by side, not truly quiet but quiescent, two gnarls of human scribble, human...– Jonathan Lethem, from The Fortress of Solitude (via the-final-sentence)
Reading is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction…. It requires us...– David Ulin (via og-blay)
…all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows...– William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
COLLAPSING IN ON my own sunlight CYCLES OF SELF CENSORSHIP LAYERS FORMED ACROSS FORMED LAYERS ISLANDS OF EXTREMITY - from “END RETROGRADE,” WC Tank
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...– Anaïs Nin (via heartmindspirit)
On my way to work this morning on the bus, many people wear headphones. The headphones are a warning—do not talk to me. I assume these headphoners, even though they are on mass transit, do not want to be interrupted. They are in their own world between their ears. I do not wear headphones. This doesn’t mean that I look forward to the occasional random chit chat on the street, but can deal with it...