November 2011
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October 2011
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I will set with the sun For I am a part of it The fine bridge between fire-origin Starlight burning and The soft hum of a world at work To start with the audible respiration Of humanity down to that of plant Eclipse and twilight I dim And with night I die Some fall in places while other reflect Refract and redeem many with light Some holy while others harm All to burn so brightly in the midst of...
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“I would make my way,             where the lord of dark water lets no sailor...”
– Euripides, Hippolytos, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
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“Should we wake to the regret at the end of time doing what people have always...”
– Patricia Young, from “Ruin and Beauty” (via the-final-sentence)
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“Trees of life. When is your winter. Human beings don’t cohere. Are not prompted...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Fourth Elegy” in Duino Elegies, trans. Geoff Ward (thanks wood s lot)  (via proustitute)
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“Sorrow is long           when love has vanished underground.”
– Euripides, Alkestis, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
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You forget you are animal More beast than flower Yet all there is, is delicacy unwinding Petals falling down into barren ground How does one grow lilies on death From death itself arises us a beautiful tragedy And pushed further beyond Past layers of caked desolation Comes bright eyes glowing Wandering the path as do predators A haunted breathing of fauna pressured Though not unlike coal to...
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