May 2012
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“I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires; my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my head obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?” from - By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept /...
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History History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had— it is so dull and gruesome how we die, unlike writing, life never finishes. Abel was finished; death is not remote, a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic, his cows crowding like skulls against high-voltage wire, his baby crying all night like a new machine. As in our Bibles, white-faced,...
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Ugly shoes I can sort of understand, but wearing...
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May 19th
“To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.”
– Albert Camus  (via izzystardust) A mantra for the recovering co-dependent. Most will never understand. (via midlifecrucible)
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Children of Light
Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and stones And fenced their gardens with the Redmen’s bones; Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland, Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva’s night, They planted here the Serpent’s seeds of light; And here the pivoting searchlights probe to shock The riotous glass houses built on rock, And candles gutter by an empty altar, And light is where...
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