Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
She has a soul full of beautiful dreams, and I have strong hands that can make anything real. She shines like the morning sun and plays like the spring breeze, and I have my feet solidly in the dirt. She has endless lifetimes of torment and transcendence in her eyes, and I have endless healing in my touch. What are we? I have no idea. How are we?... See more
Jesse Crossen • Analog Love
“Many variations of wording can be found in both versions of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ as they have been set down over the years. In fact, surviving manuscript copies in Burns’s own hand are not identically worded.”
Fierce insistence on the felicitous expression of nature in human nature, with our capacity for music and mathematics, for art and hope.
The poet and Pulitzer Prize winner Mary Oliver with some suggestions for your one precious life:
“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
James Clear • 3-2-1: On creating meaning, the remarkable odds of your existence, and life instructions
James Joyce to his wife:
My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole.
