Between empty bottles and boiling coffee you embrace the glaring memories pounding in your head. Clarity & Chaos: Morning
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You stayed for the night a shared moment among raging hearts empty cups and satisfied smiles. Clarity & Chaos: You and Him. I posted a new poem on my blogspot blog.
camillolongo: Bukowski
http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12256509 Aurora by unionhills Aurora, one of my poems set to music with my pals from Union Hills, on Soundcloud and as a free download. Thanks for 3 weeks as no. 1 on the DasDing Netzparade, folks!(Source: http://player.soundcloud.com/)
Such a good idea by Micah Lexier & Christian Bok (via rebel:art » Blog Archive » Micah Lexier & Christian Bok: “This text…”)
New at clarity & chaos
i posted two new poetry bits on my blogspot blog. I had already forgotten about them but rediscovered them when I went through the now finished journal I scribbled them down in. They’re far from perfect but I still like them. Outside a Kebap Shop and Tuned.
now it’s computers and more computers and soon everybody will have one, 3-year-olds will have computers and everybody will know everything about everybody else long before they meet them and so they won’t want to meet them. nobody will ever want to meet anybody else ever again and everybody will be a recluse like I …
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again. – Frank O’Hara (via Poetry) I’m really getting into Frank O’Hara these days. I received the ‘Selected Poems’ collection the other day, and now it’s sitting on my bedstand and I can’t wait to return to it every night.
and in a sense we’re all winning we’re alive isabelthespy: another quote from one of the frank o’hara poems i am deeply passionately in love with, in like a spiritual way. considering this as a tattoo someday. – This is amazing. The entire poem “Steps” is. Do check it out
“Poetry dwells in a perpetual utopia of its own,” William Hazlitt wrote. One hopes that a poem will eventually arise out of all that hemming and hawing, then go out into the world and convince a complete stranger that what it describes truly happened. If one is fortunate, it may even get into bed with …