May 2012
20 posts
“He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.”
– A.S. Byatt, Possession. (via nooryism)
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Joe Cocker - Feelin’ Alright
April 2012
56 posts
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“Perhaps vowels were all created In a moment of sorrow before creation- A grief...”
– Robert Bly, from “It’s As If Someone Else Is With Me” (via ahuntersheart)
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When I met you I was big city bound Chasing jazz guitars lit by a daytime crescent moon I wanted you to be a Fender Rhodes Suitcase Mark I, 1974 Tucked away in the corner of a studio apartment Somewhere in downtown Chicago But you weren’t You were 1798 Giambattista Bodoni Italic And I wanted you to be my published work I would have sent impromptu saxophone straight through every inch of you But...
“It’s the era of the instantaneous image, not only because it is easy to take but...”
– Paul Melcher’s selection | La Lettre de la Photographie (via louobedlam)
04.10
tharraleos:
The only things Holding up the ceiling Are a million dusty spiderwebs And our prayers caught in between
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Home
There is always a letdown when coming back from being one with the universe. That was the last three days. The old friends, drinks, music on every street, from every building, in every room. The house parties with string quartets; everyone there looked like West Egg, Long Island, 1922. Nashville, I barely knew you.
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Gone to Nashville for the weekend.
I’ll bring back something special.
