August 2012
41 posts
“I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.”
—Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via pavorst)
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“A thousand dreams within me softly burn.”
—Arthur Rimbaud
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Sharing Poetry: Charles Bukowski, "An Almost Made Up Poem" →
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I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and…
“What remains of your past if you didn’t allow yourself to feel it when it happened? If you don’t have your experiences in the moment, if you gloss them over with jokes or zoom past them, you end up with curiously dispassionate memories.”
—David Rakoff, Fraud: Essays (via doubledaybooks)
