gamble it away

frecklefacedstrawberry:

iliveinathimble:

BRB just died laughing

i love you alex hamilton. bastards 4 lyfe

(Source: persiflage-persephone)

2 weeks ago -

2075

ikilledjackjohnson:

Raphael Kirchner. (1876 - 1917)

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2 weeks ago -

1768

LOVE WON'T SAVE US: There are no starfish in the sky tonight,But there is one below your...

ahuntersheart:

There are no starfish in the sky tonight,
But there is one below your belly,
And there are cold evenings in your eyes.

If I could get to your house
I would look under the bed of your childhood,
The tongueless loafer without laces or eyes,
The cave of your young foot
With its odor of moon, its…

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158

I want to sleep. I do not want to sleep. See,

one day, not today, not now, we will be gone
from this earth where we know the gladiolas.
My brother, this noise,
some love [you] I loved
with all my brain, & breath,
will be gone; I’ve been told, today, to consider this
as I ride the long tracks out & dream so good

I see a plant in the window of the house
my brother shares with his love, their shoes. & there
he is, asleep in bed
with this same woman whose long skin
covers all of her bones, in a city called Oakland,
& their dreams hang above them
a little like a chandelier, & their teeth
flash in the night, oh, body.

Oh, body, be held now by whom you love.
Whole years will be spent, underneath these impossible stars,
when dirt’s the only animal who will sleep with you
& touch you with
its mouth.

Kingdom Animalia (excerpt),Aracelis Girmay

2 weeks ago

To tell you the truth, I think both Pound and Eliot were after something rather different than us who came a little later, like myself, hip hip hip. All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing—a cool thing which is like a river for the tiger of the river. To say it in language is like hard as hell. The greatest poetry profile that was made this side or the other side of the Atlantic Ocean is called the anacreontic award and I hereby now make it and it’s pre-amanquiantic and it is absolutely way down below Atlantis and it has got no end, no end because it is like the stock of heaven and creation and it hasn’t even been booed or had a crown yet, but it exists. And I know where it’s playing—and I know where it is planted and I know where it is and we all do too, and we all know what we’re talking about, because it is down on the plantation under the trunk of that large cypress tree in all that goo way down there in that rain swamp …

Charles Olsen responding to the question “What is the distinction between your usage of the technique of quotation and that of Pound?” in a Paris Review interview

2 weeks ago