September 2012
13 posts
“Suffering is due entirely to clinging or resisting; it is a sign of our...”
– Nisargadatta Maharaj (via light-essence)
the untimely
“i was trying to go somewhere that the mind had not been i just wanted to not be there so alone” - adrienne rich
i knew the various clowns, scattered and reinterpreted like an old god, an older marionette. the circus went round and round—did you know that circle is related to circus etymologically? makes sense though. i can still see their pied face: red, green, lavender, green...
from a long time ago
and it’s still the same still like then it’s here and i’m eighteen and you are you and still knock the same. so close to hating you for making me love you flower daisyday then the mountains melt and weep for you. laying in that field gently all always outside. a balcony over the field, looking toward the airport. eight, maybe six hours away i’d drive fast i miss every...
“So the days pass, and I ask myself sometimes whether one is not hypnotized, as a...”
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 28 November 1928. (via casimirpulaskiday)
more clout than a cloud could imagine
The stargazer knew in a red heartbeat, as slow as cold, how the children from the country in the city tisked a tasket. I may have blown too quickly. I chugged, vapid, like it was not new; I will devour again, and I mean to do it more, by gum. A gun rocketed with amazing cleverness. Silence. The black jacket in the closet was stolen with crumbs and little ugly bugs that had lived in it. One punches...
