May 2011
2 posts
1 tag
BarelyKnitTogether: Words For Summer →
barelyknittogether:
Limpid doesn’t mean what you think it means.
You think it means damp, humid
Page-curling slick air
I can’t dry off after a shower, the towel
so damp it’s full
of the rain from last week that still
hovers
in the air and it’s
ruining my papers
bread rising
does funny things
and don’t…
April 2011
5 posts
February 2011
1 post
November 2010
1 post
You are at the beach, watching the waves come and...
July 2010
3 posts
June 2010
1 post
It would be neat if with the New Year
It would be neat if with the New Year
I could leave my loneliness behind with the old year.
My leathery loneliness an old pair of work boots
my dog vigorously head-shakes back and forth in its jaws,
chews on for hours every day in my front yard—rain, sun, snow, or wind
in bare feet, pondering my poem,
I’d look out my window and see that dirty pair of boots in the yard. But my happiness...
May 2010
1 post
1 tag
April 2010
1 post
The Absolute
No mind, no form, I only exist; Now ceased all will and thought; The final end of Nature’s dance, I am it whom I have sought.
A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate; Beyond both knower and known; A rest immense I enjoy at last; I face the One alone.
I have crossed the secret ways of life, I have become the Goal. The Truth immutable is revealed; I am the way, the God-Soul.
My...
March 2010
2 posts
February 2010
7 posts
Meet Our Ghost - Master Potter Alex Leckie
My mother is a firm believer that people that care about you visit you before, during and after their deaths. Usually a death is announced to my mum by a loud series of knocks at the door. A black crow follows me on the anniversary of my uncle’s death. For some time now, someone has been making their presence known in our house. In the middle of the night, my husband woke up with someone...
Centennial Park at Twilight →
“The first kiss is stolen by the man; the last is begged by the woman.”
– H.L. Mencken (via barelyknittogether) (via kathleenjoy)
A dream about a mandora player
A dream too sweet to wake up from, nurtured by the sound of heavy rain and the soft puffs of cool breeze from a wet garden. For the first time in weeks the air is moving and the stagnant humidity is gone.
Many years ago I watched you play some ancient stringed instrument a mandora or a lute. You were self-taught and the moving machinery of the muscles and tendons in your forearms as you played...
“The remarkable thing about television is that it permits several million people...”
– T. S. Eliot, as quoted here. (via dailymeh) (via unburyingthelead) (via monkeytypist)
My Friend has Fled by Hafiz
My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled, And left me nought but tears and pain behind! Like smoke above a flame caught by the wind, So rose she from my breast and forth she sped. Drunk with desire, I seized Love’s cup divine, But she that held it poured the bitter wine Of Separation into it and fled.
The hunter she, and I the helpless prey; Wounded and sick, round me her toils she...
The Blog of Innocence: Mother of Pearl →
On Roxy Music: “The music is fantastic, but it’s the near-perfect fusion of lyrical poetry and transcendent Rock ‘n Roll that gives me euphoria.”
January 2010
2 posts
Prophetic Soul by Dorothy Parker →
Chaussures
Chaussures Chaussures de travail … noir, beige, brun, ne crains pas le la pluie ou un peu de terre. Il ne fait pas mal. Il aide parce que l’argent sera là à la fin de la semaine pour la famille peut manger. Les semelles nourrir les âmes.Chaussures de tennis … Chaussures de sport, des formateurs de la Croix avec couleurs et logos compris exécuter avec le vent et la défaite de ceux qui...
December 2009
13 posts
I wish that someone else had written this
“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
First published...
Strip Tease
barelyknittogether:
A young man stood first.
He showed us a bit of wrist, tugging at the sleeve
of his loose-fitting,
preppy,
button-down shirt,
then finally taking it off
to lay it gently
on the table in front of him.
He wore his clean, white
tshirt beneath,
but we could see
the ripple of fear that gripped
his belly,
from the exposure.
The next one came, and she had
less to...
The Child's Need for Magic
“I have known many examples where, particularly in late adolescence, years of belief in magic are called dupon to compensate for the person’s having been deprived of it prematurely in childhood, through stark reality having been forced on him. It is as if these young people feel now is their last chance to make up for a severe deficiency in their life experience; or that without having...
“The bottom of the lake we cannot see, because its surface is covered with...”
– PATANJALI’S YOGA APHORISMS: CHAPTER I.CONCENTRATION: ITS SPIRITUAL USES http://www.amsi.ge/pat/vivek1.html
