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"The Chinese Factory Workers Who Write Poems on their Phones

05.05.17

I want to press the straps flat
so they won’t dig into your shoulders when you wear it
and then press up from the waist
a lovely waist
where someone can lay a fine hand
and on the tree-shaded lane
caress a quiet kind of love
last I’ll smooth the dress out
to iron the pleats to equal widths
so you can sit by a lake or on a grassy lawn
and wait for a breeze
like a flower.

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"Feeling Fucked Up" - Etheridge Knight

01.02.17

 

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Heather Bell - "Love Song to my Chevy" (Fragmento)

12.01.17

"I am gentle,
as if you were all fontanel."

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"This Is Just To Say" - William Carlos Williams

31.12.16

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

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"Style is the answer to everything."

19.12.16

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Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.

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Prose Porn

22.09.16

Snow, tenderly caught by eddying breezes, swirled and spun in to and out of bright, lustrous shapes that gleamed against the emerald-blazoned black drape of sky and sparkled there for a moment, hanging, before settling gently to the soft, green-tufted plain with all the sickly sweetness of an over-written sentence.

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M. K. Foster - "Volta"

01.09.16

to the dead, to the changed

 

 

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"The Duino Elegies" - Rainer Maria Rilke

20.07.16

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the Angelic

Orders? And even if one were to suddenly

take me to its heart, I would vanish into its

stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but

the beginning of terror, that we are still able to bear,

and we revere it so, because it calmly disdains

to destroy us. Every Angel is terror.

(...)

Lovers, if they knew how, might utter

strange things in night air. Since it seems

everything hides us. Look, trees exist; houses,

we live in, still stand. Only we

pass everything by, like an exchange of air.

And all is at one, in keeping us secret, half out of

shame perhaps, half out of inexpressible hope.

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Barry Ballard - "Fooststeps, Old and New"

07.07.16

 

 That’s how they see your choice to start again.

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