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NIGHTSONG
by Philip Booth
Beside you, lying down at dark, my waking fits your sleep. Your turning flares the slow-banked fire between our mingled feet, and there, curved close and warm against the nape of love, held there, who holds your dreaming shape, I match my breathing to your breath; and sightless, keep my hand on your heart’s breast, keep nightwatch on your sleep to prove there is no dark, nor...
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“/ Astonishing / how even a little violence / eases the mind.”
– Jane Kenyon
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Call It Quits
by Freya Manfred
If you’re not a movie mogul, rock star, or President if you’re not a CEO sitting on a billion in the bank, no on will answer your e-mails, phone calls or letters. You’ll be helpless, hopeless, too old, too young, in too much pain, the wrong color, some unacceptable sex, a non-believer in some religion people kill for. You could keep struggling to see through...
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Michael Fassbender. He looks like somebody in heaven got bored and got a bunch of angels together and was like ‘how can we make the perfect man’ and then this timid angel perks up and goes ‘well, make him a bit intimidating’ and there we go. THERE WE GO.
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bric-a-brac: Another Poem About the Heart | Jenn... →
muscovite:
When the floor drops out, as it has now,
you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire outside your window, the wheels spinning on the road below. You want only pity and are presented with the unbelievable effrontery of a world that moves on. But wait: this is not the person you are. You’re the kind of person who sits in dark theaters crying at the collarbones that curve across the dancers’...
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m83, steve mcqueen
Haruki Murakami, Jazz Messenger →
youmightfindyourself:
Haruki Murakami at his jazz bar, Peter Cat, in Sendagaya, Tokyo, 1978.
I never had any intention of becoming a novelist — at least not until I turned 29. This is absolutely true.
I read a lot from the time I was a little kid, and I got so deeply into the worlds of the novels I was reading that it would be a lie if I said I never felt like writing anything. But I never...