March 2012
1 post
when i first read this i thought it said, “even good, well-meaning people want to throw-up in their hands sometimes”
and i thought… ‘yep’
imissthatband:
’ even good, well-meaning people want to throw up their hands sometimes ‘
February 2012
159 posts
“You cannot let me walk inside you too long inside
the veins where my small feet...”
– Diane Wakoski, from “Inside Out”
“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control...”
– Jack Kerouac
she’ll still break yr heart
cartographe:
I’d like to be traced blindly by fingertips, because there are parts of faces you can only see by touching them. I’d like to know the names of every bone in the body - clavicle, atlas, radius - I’d teach them to you like they were poems embed them between your knuckles; store them in the knots of your spine.
darkness and wasted beauty
“In the depths of the mirror the evening landscape moved by, the mirror and the...”
– Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country
“Undress. Take off your clothes. Take off your body. Hang them up behind the...”
– Jeanette Winterson, The PowerBook
“The purest note
a poet strikes
comes always from a
bad piano.”
– Geoff Page, from “The Languages”
“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides
imissthatband:
i wonder if sort of evolutionary emotions that came with having sex have been stamped out of people for centuries of having sex with condoms/birth control. I wonder if certain fragments of this really important ritual are ingrained in us or how they potentially react with one of the parts of the ritual changing so dramatically