September 2011
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“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they...”
– Vincent van Gogh (via yama-bato)
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Gic to Har
It is late at night, cold and damp The air is filled with tobacco smoke. My brain is worried and tired. I pick up the encyclopedia, The volume GIC to HAR, It seems I have read everything in it, So many other nights like this. I sit staring empty-headed at the article Grosbeak, Listening to the long rattle and pound Of freight cars and switch engines in the distance. Suddenly I remember Coming home...
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Herculean Onus
I’m a responsibility too great A lumbering burden A caustic obligation according to your bitingly callous parting words I’m a desert you ineptly try to hold in your clenched hand Grains of me slip between your sodden uncouth fingers to gracelessly fall at your feet and implore to be held by you again “But,” you say with a satisfactory grin as if you’ve accomplished some feat of wretched deceit...
Sep 13th
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This Was Once a Love Poem
This was once a love poem, before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short, before it found itself sitting, perplexed and a little embarrassed, on the fender of a parked car, while many people passed by without turning their heads. It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement. It remembers choosing these shoes, this scarf or tie. Once, it drank beer for breakfast, drifted its...
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erythroskrustallos asked: Fantastic blog, man! One of the bests I've seen so far.
Sep 11th
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There is no frigate like a book (1263)
There is no Frigate like a Book  To take us Lands away,  Nor any Coursers like a Page  Of prancing Poetry –   This Traverse may the poorest take         Without oppress of Toll –   How frugal is the Chariot  That bears a Human soul. - by Emily Dickinson
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