ahuntersheart: Myth, Muriel Rukeyser Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked the roads. He smelled a familiar smell. It was the Sphinx. Oedipus said, "I want to ask one question. Why didn't I recognize my mother?" "You gave the wrong answer," said the Sphinx. "But that was what made everything possible," said Oedipus. "No," she said. "When I asked, What walks on four legs...
rabbit-light: You fiddle with the catch between my legs until my mouth springs open and I am crowing like an everyday bird that has entered the heights of an aviary. I am scaling the bars, wide- spreading my common or garden fan while your beady eye hangs over my body. My voice goes flying in our feathered bed from your forefinger and thumb, my next cry rests on the tip of your tongue. Anna...
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rabbit-light: “Perhaps you’ll tire of me,” muses my love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds new ways to wear each flounce of light and investiture of weather. Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp, planes explode, topsoil gets…
Everything I underlined in Anne Carson's...
invisiblestories: What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning “placed on top,” “added,” “appended,” “imported,” “foreign.” (p. 4) Facts are bigger in the dark. (p. 28) as night climbed ashore. (p. 34) and there it was one of those moments/ that is the opposite of...
I agree with the central conclusion of all pop songs: you’re gorgeous and I’m...– Catie Rosemurgy, excerpt from Miss Peach and the Problem of Human Beauty (via holdonmagnolia)
I want to be in Texas, asleep in the passenger seat of your nineteen...– Warren Heiti, untitled (via grammatolatry)
so I have no problem telling you why you cried over the third lost metal or...– Brenda Shaughnessy - I’m Perfect At Feelings (via grammatolatry)
Somewhere I’m skin without wings. Somewhere my name means tough as light.”...– (via ahuntersheart)
ahuntersheart: Throughout those dismal months my life was only sparked alight when I made love to you. As the firefly ignites and fades, ignites and fades, we follow the flashes of its flight in the dark among the olive trees. Throughout those dismal months, my soul sat slumped and lifeless but my body walked to yours. The night sky was lowing. We milked the cosmos secretly, and...
ahuntersheart: “Eve from a rib, Venus from sea-foam, Minerva from Jove’s head–– all were more real than I. When he stops looking at me I search for my reflection on a wall. I see only a nail from which a picture has been removed” -Wislawa Szymborska from “Drinking Wine” Translated from the Polish by Graźyna Drabik and Sharon Olds
If there’s anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot...– Douglas Adams (via holdonmagnolia)
justcillianmurphy: Exclusive: ‘Retreat’: First 5 minutes Cillian Murphy: starring in films with beautiful landscapes since 2001. This is very Hitchcockian, oui?
Sober like a face slap, obvious as the morning after, I saw you for what you...– Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, excerpt from Lilith (via holdonmagnolia)
One day you arrived offering cocoons and mulberry leaves, and we sighed...– Traci Brimhall, excerpt from The Silk Road Epistles (via holdonmagnolia)
When Alfie said, “If you lose a bird you can always replace her,” I was...– Denise Duhamel, excerpt from What It’s All About (via holdonmagnolia)
There are dirty dishes in the sink. I miss your neck between my teeth. There are...– Gregory Sherl, excerpt from Things I Do When I Am Not Doing You (via holdonmagnolia)
#6 To fuck against a book- case. Spine on spines. Lean down, lick the whites...– katie quarles, excerpt from Pillow Mints (via holdonmagnolia)
If you want my apartment, sleep in it but let’s have a clear understanding:...– Jane Cooper, Rent (via grammatolatry)
Driving home a little lit last night (God protects drunks and Irish girls,...– Moira Egan, excerpt from Questions Midway (via holdonmagnolia)
What if you said yes to everything. What would happen to me then. I am telling...– Emily Fragos, Cri de Couer (via grammatolatry)
Emerson on Circles
mythologyofblue: St. Augustine described the nature of God as a circle whose centre was everywhere and its circumference nowhere…The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, to be surprised out of our propriety, to lose our sempiternal memory and to do something without knowing how or why; in short to draw a new circle.
this room and everything in it: Couture →
rabbit-light: 1. Peony silks, in wax-light: that petal-sheen, gold or apricot or rose candled into- what to call it, lumina, aurora, aureole? About gowns, the Old Masters, were they ever wrong? This penitent Magdalen’s wrapped in a yellow so voluptuous she seems to wear all she’s renounced;