domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010

.you're the recent lesson that i've learned

When it's over, it's over --
but it never feels over
when you just
over it

If wishes were fishes...

And it's impossible for a human
to be a fish.

bits of "Get get get get get over it." by AVolatileCalm

sábado, 26 de junio de 2010

.oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away

..And I, nearly extinct,
His three teeth cutting

Themselves on my thumb -
And the star,
The old story.

sylvia plath

martes, 20 de abril de 2010

.we’re born into vanity, bones feeling everything

the walking dead

Someone once told me
that the grieving process
could be the kind of dance
that starts off slow,
quickens its pace,
and then sends you sprawling
through the air right when you thought
you were going to forget
to pirouette twice before bowing out.

that's right,

we're going to be lyrebirds,
and our first dance
could have been in Heaven
and our last will be
in some Australian forest.

bits of "lyrebird" by solaces

jueves, 18 de febrero de 2010

.it seems we drive forever but can never get away from here

veronique meignaud

Sometimes, you say, I wear
an abstracted look that drives you
up the wall, as though it signified
distress or disaffection.
Don’t take it so to heart.
Maybe I enjoy not-being as much
as being who I am. Maybe
it’s time for me to practice
growing old. The way I look
at it, I’m passing through a phase:
gradually I’m changing to a word.
Whatever you choose to claim
of me is always yours;
nothing is truly mine
except my name. I only
borrowed this dust.

"Passing Through" by Stanley Kunitz

viernes, 12 de febrero de 2010

.asymmetric, a sad novel by an anonymous poet

when parrots fly from his open mouth
... he tries to speak, repeating worthless,

worthless? I'm trying to love you

but I don't know how, & then
I start to remember—we are locked together
& pushing, pushing.

bits of "Worthless" by Nick Flynn