March 2012
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“pull the pin of the iambic sonnet grenade, duck and cover,
duck and cover,
the...”
– Lexy Alari’s mega mind
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FreewrideofderErlkonig
Gypsy peasant she taught me Beauty, Princess taught me Beast
Invite you not to the feast, because the banquet is laid
like your pusa that night of the fade
We were lifted, supportedanchorly by a sit sack of beans
all purple and cheap like a seat of a king
of beers, budbear you betta be da weiser
why did you break my heart and turn kaiser
when the western front was all quiet still
the east...
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@itswordmusic
Pigs in a blanket, cows in a sleeping bag. #thingsIwriteonmysisterswall.
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apoetreflects:
Six Lines for Louise Bogan
All that has tamed me I have learned to love and lost that wildness that was once beloved.
All that was loved I’ve learned to tame and lost the beloved that once was wild.
All that is wild is tamed by love— and the beloved (wildness) that once was loved.
—Michael Collier, “Six Lines for Louise Bogan” in Poetry (vol. CC...
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“I think it has been a peculiar confusion to the girl or woman who tries to write...”
– Adrienne Rich, from the essay “When We Dead Awaken: Writing as Re-Vision” in On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose 1966-1978 (W. W. Norton & Co., 1979)
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“…horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that...”
– from “Love is a Parallax” by Sylvia Plath
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Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from...
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“And my heart sings in a world so incredible, and everything shines much...”
– Northern Lights by Cider Sky
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“I searched, but no one else had your rhythms,…”
– from Sonnet XLII by Pablo Neruda
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“I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.”
– Roland Barthes (via loveyourchaos)
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