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goodbye, i am starting over somewhere new. thank you for the memories, perspectives, this space of...

Fri, 17 May 2013 21:51:00 -0400

goodbye, i am starting over somewhere new. thank you for the memories, perspectives, this space of becoming, and kind words shared between us here.

adieu

how do you live through an unreal world?

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:43:27 -0400

how do you live through an unreal world?

wonderfulambiguity: Pina Bausch, Blaubart (performance), 1977

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:10:05 -0400

wonderfulambiguity:

Pina Bausch, Blaubart (performance), 1977

peacinout: Back To Black:: Beyonce feat. Adre 3000

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:12:39 -0400

peacinout:

Back To Black:: Beyonce feat. Adre 3000

ihatemotorcycles: flat-p

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:12:18 -0400

ihatemotorcycles:

flat-p

sirilaf: I try to perform the “blank spaces” that are formed...

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:12:06 -0400

sirilaf:

I try to perform the “blank spaces” that are formed when everything is taken away from people. How do we come face to face with “nothing,” with “emptiness” where there was something earlier?

I was a refugee myself for a few years, moving from one country to another, knowing full well that at every juncture I was a guest who at any moment might be asked to leave. The refugee’s world is a portable one, allowing for easy movement between borders. It is one that can be taken away as easily as it was given: provisionally and with a little anxiety on the part of the host.

— Lida Abdul - White House (2005)

we are team

Wed, 15 May 2013 01:19:02 -0400

we are team

commovente: we’re healing here. all of us. i never get very personal, never talk about facts more...

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:38:53 -0400

commovente:

we’re healing here. all of us. i never get very personal, never talk about facts more than i talk about feelings, about emotions. i’m not a selfish person in real life but in writing i am, and i’m realizing that this is nothing to be ashamed of. it’s mother’s day, and mama told me to write slaughterhouse poetry. raw words. things that start with butcher knives and end with massacres. but that’s just it. i don’t have anything left inside of me to pillage. i have lied to myself for so long about so many things that the truest things that i can convey are through fiction. writing about myself no longer seems real. all i know are feelings, sentiments, and the things that keep me up at night. all i know is that the cicadas are coming back this summer. all i know is that everything is returning, that the birds keep flying north and south, that i’m starting to feel okay about saying goodbye to a lot of people because i know that we’ll meet again, sometime soon. time changes a lot of things. people grow, exponentially or glacially. people change according to their environment, adapting to new worlds, new universities, new countries. i read an article about my family that shook me up earlier this afternoon, but i’m learning that people can be different, they can be so different that it surprises you and amazes you and terrifies you. no story is black and white. everything is grey matter and we can never know for sure whose truth is true. my father is a greater man today than he ever was back then. my mother is healing, slowly. we’re all learning how to survive in this world where fewer and fewer people are willing to take a bullet for another. i don’t know myself at all, and it’s both terrible and wonderful that that is the case. but i’m growing. into what? i can’t tell. into who? i will never know. i hope you’re having a wonderful day. i hope you’re healing, whoever you are — wherever you are. i hope that you’re getting enough fluids and eating enough vegetables and that you have regular bowel movements. i hope you’re being selfish, at least for a little bit, because we all deserve it in some way or another. everyone deserves themselves.

hiddenshores: To feel this new and unnoticed, like walking down an empty street on the morning of...

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:31:10 -0400

hiddenshores:

To feel this new and unnoticed, like walking down an empty street on the morning of the first warm day of the year. Everything is in its place and your heart is like an open window where all the birds fly right in.

hiddenshores: Alice Walker

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:26:32 -0400

hiddenshores:

Alice Walker

hislivingpoetry: We act like we are stars; like we are little suns, making our own light and heat...

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:10:45 -0400

hislivingpoetry:

We act like we are stars; like we are little suns, making our own light and heat and creating life for others. But, we aren’t even planets. Nothing revolves around us. We are moons. Tiny chunks of rock orbiting something bigger than us. Our main function: to reflect the light. That is what we are made for.

malformalady: Tarantula babies

Tue, 14 May 2013 02:27:08 -0400

malformalady:

Tarantula babies

Photo

Tue, 14 May 2013 00:49:56 -0400

Audio

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:41:59 -0400

"Admit something. Everyone you see, you say to them ‘Love me.’ Of course you do not do this out..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:23:41 -0400

“Admit something.

Everyone you see, you say to them
‘Love me.’

Of course you do not do this out loud:
Otherwise,
Someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,

With that sweet moon
Language

What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
Hear?”

- Hafiz (via apoetreflects)

apoetreflects: Bird-Understander Of many reasons I love you here is one the way you write me from...

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:16:20 -0400

apoetreflects:

Bird-Understander

Of many reasons I love you here is one

the way you write me from the gate at the airport
so I can tell you everything will be alright

so you can tell me there is a bird
trapped in the terminal      all the people
ignoring it       because they do not know
what do with it       except to leave it alone
until it scares itself to death

it makes you terribly terribly sad
You wish you could take the bird outside
and set it free or       (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come help the bird

All you can do is notice the bird
and feel for the bird       and write
to tell me how language feels
impossibly useless

but you are wrong

You are a bird-understander
better than I could ever be
who make so many noises
and call them song

These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt

you have offered them
to me       I am only
giving them back

if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not

—Craig Arnold, from [manuscript] (Poetry Foundation, 2009)

apoetreflects: “I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these...

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:07:43 -0400

apoetreflects:

“I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.”

—Zelda Fitzgerald

let-us-dance-in-the-sun: Congratulations - Blue October feat....

Mon, 13 May 2013 11:46:34 -0400

let-us-dance-in-the-sun:

Congratulations - Blue October feat. Imogen Heap

One of my favourite songs

"A gracefully executed quit is a beautiful thing, opening up more doors than it closes."

Mon, 13 May 2013 09:53:23 -0400

“A gracefully executed quit is a beautiful thing, opening up more doors than it closes.”

- Kio Stark on how to learn outside of formal education. (via explore-blog)

vialactea: Smack My Bitch Up - The Prodigy

Mon, 13 May 2013 00:17:30 -0400

vialactea:

Smack My Bitch Up - The Prodigy