April 2012
60 posts
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its...”
– Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (via mianoti)
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kairosclerosis
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
this room and everything in it: Pilgrimage →
Pilgrimage
I’m tired of monotheism.
I, for one, for many, prefer the cockroach
emerging from the ivy, reading
the night with quivering antennae,
the fat rattlesnake that turned me back
out of the canyon’s rocky throat,
presences in a hallway of willows.
Yesterday we scrubbed slippery, clayish mud
from the season’s first potatoes, their irregular
roundnesses all the psalms my palms...
“You cannot love the truth and the world. But you have already chosen. The...”
– Michel Houellebecq — whole text here (via mianoti)
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Time Immemorial.: […] but when all has been done... →
timeimmemorial:
[…] but when all has been done that can be done these questions will remain—What do you think of yourself? What do you think of the world? Are you a mere machine, and is your consciousness, as has been said, a mere resultant? Is the world a mere fact suggesting nothing beyond itself worth thinking about? These are questions with which all must deal as it seems good to them. They...
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“capable of feeling
while in contact with another?
I look at the red-tiled...”
– Elizabeth Arnold, from “What is a person”
poem in your pocket day
crashinglybeautiful:
In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I was. Yet I, the changed one, ask: “How you been?” He grins and looks at me. “I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees.”
–Wendell Berry, courtesy of Whiskey River & Poem in...
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“Tense and tenuous
grow from the same root
as does tender
in its several...”
– Rae Armantrout, from “And”
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“The bloodroot blossoms, well and good,
but I receive no word that would”
– Devin Johnston, from “New Song” (After William IX, Duke of Aquitaine)
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These last few days I have found myself a Maximov to her Grushenka.
“I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only...”
– Wendell Berry, from Given (via litverve)
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this room and everything in it: Days End →
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Days End
for Anne I have worked since daylight in the hayfields. We walked home at dusk, following the horses. For supper, I ate hot bread and spiced ham, onions and tomatoes. Now I kneel over a basin of cold water and a woman washes my hair — a strong woman whose knuckles rake my scalp. Her hands smell of soap, I am naked to the waist, she leans her weight against me;...
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“Rush hour, 1935. At first you are part of a crowd waiting for a stoplight to...”
– Nora Almeida, from “Municipal Pool”
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Time Immemorial.: 少年不识愁滋味， 爱上层楼。 爱上层楼， 赋新词强说愁。... →
少年不识愁滋味，
爱上层楼。
爱上层楼，
赋新词强说愁。
而今识尽愁滋味，
欲说还休。
欲说还休，
却道天凉好个秋。
[shao nian bu shi chou zi wei
ai shang ceng lou
ai shang ceng lou
wei fu xin ci qiang shuo chou
er jin shi jin chou zi wei
yu shuo huan xiu
yu shuo huan xiu
que dao tian liang hao ge qiou]
When I was young I’d never tasted sorrow,
But I loved to climb the highest tower, but I loved to climb the highest tower,
To...
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“April and the circle expanding to the point of nausea. Geometry, everything was...”
– Roberto Bolaño, from Monsieur Pain
bouenoire:
Pans Labyrinth - Lullaby (music box)
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“And in the dream he fell in love with the white wing of a bird stuck in stone in...”
– Oliver de la Paz, “The Death of Domingo Recto”
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“The Audobon show flickers like a candle when winds blow on the antennae. Birds...”
– Oliver de la Paz, “In the Dream with Blue Snow”
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Dear friends,
If you’d like to provide an opinion, I’m looking for advice. Someday I’d like to work in translation services. I don’t necessarily want to translate writing, whether it be literary or government documents, although either of these is an appealing option. I’d like to work with people on a day to day basis who need help that a translator can provide.
...
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this room and everything in it: Spring Comes to... →
rabbit-light:
Spring Comes to Ohio
The first gesture is despair because the snowdrops have fled and the cold came back anyway. You are far from your love and you will be nothing but the space between the hand and what it is accustomed to grasping. The first gesture is cold but the rain still comes down and like the rain you lean your head down on someone’s shoulder because it is too heavy...
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“Sympathy?… I feel for you as one man on death row might feel for another.”
– Roberto Bolaño, from Monsieur Pain tr. Chris Andrews
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“Of all the signs in the world,
The wind, pausing for a second,
Is my colored...”
– Oliver de la Paz, “Fidelito Prays to the Wind, Asking for Advice, but Not Really Asking”
april is: a poem a day for national poetry month:... →
April 9, 2005: Aberration (The Hubble Space Telescope before repair), Rebecca Elson
Aberration (The Hubble Space Telescope before repair) Rebecca Elson The way they tell it All the stars have wings The sky so full of wings There is no sky And just for a moment You forget The error and the crimped Paths of light And you see it The immense migration And you hear the rush The beating...
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renegadeoboe:
Colin Stetson - Lord I Just...
this room and everything in it: Come Trembling →
rabbit-light:
Come Trembling
In the country where believers eat the bodies of the gods, we meet a priest who pulls a rope of thorns through his tongue to make his mind pure enough for a vision. He dances to music we can’t hear and waits to come trembling into knowledge. We don’t recognize ourselves in his radiance, but we do in his suffering. He passes through pain and into healing...
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Forgottenness: “The Olympics is the excuse to put... →
forgottenness:
“The Olympics is the excuse to put the Army on the streets, arm massive numbers of police and create a surveillance state which will not end when the gold medals are given out. The Army will never be withdrawn from their role of social control after the Olympics, nor will the cops give up their murderous role. Britain is now a modern fascist State. Just like Italy, where the army...
