Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans
I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create
I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create
William Blake • Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 10 - Wikisource, the free online library
A beautiful poem by Mary Oliver. The last line is 🔥
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like... See more
Einstein’s Dreams: Physicist Alan Lightman’s Poetic Exploration of Time and the Antidote to the Anxiety of Aliveness – The Marginalian
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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.
Nabokov — Speak, Memory.
Would to God that all the Lord’s people were Prophets. Read: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_did_those_feet_in_ancient_time
To speak about and in this space in-between we also need a new language that can hold the nuance, complexity, openness and connectedness that this space requires to come to its own potential. That’s why I think a poetic language, a poetization of our language and being is so important today. Poetry is intimately familiar with the in-between space,... See more
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
I didn’t even knew I had held my breath
Until my body exhaled when I met you
Until my body exhaled when I met you
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