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hadandsappy:

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Morning - Frank O’Hara

brainiacamour:


I’ve got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my 
heart with a very real
humor you’d be proud of

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone


Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I’ll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

i love o’hara. this one breaks my heart.

(Reblogged from booksvscigarettes)
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“

i.
To uderstand
each other: anything
but that, & to avoid it

I will suspend my search for
germs if you will keep
your fingers off the microfilm
hidden inside my skin

ii.
I approach this love
like a biologist
pulling on my rubber
gloves & white labcoat

You flee from it
like an escaped political
prisoner, and no wonder

iii.
You held out your hand
I took your fingerprints

You asked only for love
I gave you only descriptions

Please die I said
so I can write about it

Atoowd, Their attitudes differ, Power Politics
“

I am sitting on the
edge of the impartial
bed, I have been turned to crystal, you enter

bringing love in the form of
a cardboard box (empty)
a pocket (empty)
some hands (also empty)

Be careful I say but
how can you
the empty
thing comes out of your hands, it is
a pressure, a lack of
pressure
Like a deep sea
creature with glass bones and wafer
eyes drawn
to the surface, I break

open, the pieces of me
shine briefly in your empty hands

Atwood, from Circle Games
“

Last year I abstained
This year I devour

Without guilt
which is also an art

Atwood
Margaret Atwood and…me.  When I finally got up the nerve to talk to her, I asked whether she prefers to write poetry or prose, and she answered, “They each come from different a part of the brain. Writing poetry is like writing music, it is more raw, it is pure.” View high resolution

Margaret Atwood and…me. 

When I finally got up the nerve to talk to her, I asked whether she prefers to write poetry or prose, and she answered, “They each come from different a part of the brain. Writing poetry is like writing music, it is more raw, it is pure.”

west coast

Tofino tomorrow.

Packing: three hoodies, ripped jeans, purple chuck taylors, grey rain boots, sparkly black dress, turqoise rain coat, sky blue toque. maybe my guitar if he will let me get away with it.

I hope it will look like this:

But since it is November, it will probably look like this:

Sigh. I guess when you’re surfing in freezing ocean water, rain doesn’t matter so much.