#Diane di Prima

[firstfullmoon]

Diane di Prima, “April Fool Birthday Poem for Grandpa”

#AHHHHH #the love you told us had to come or we die / talking love talking revolution which is love spelled backwards #w #poetry #diane di prima #all beautiful poetry is an act of resistance

[someonesspring]

FANG RUNIN ㅡ the poppy war by r.f. kuang    

(i) Jenny Holzer, Inflammatory Essays (ii) Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart (iii) Diane di Prima, Revolutionary Letter #26 (iv) Euripides, Medea; tr. Oliver Taplin (v) R.F. Kuang, The Burning God (vi) yan-yangs, general fang the speerly (vii) R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War 

#r.f. kuang #jenny holzer #the poppy war #fang runin #tpw #tpwedit #이슬의 거 #euripides #Clarice Lispector #Diane di Prima

[rocknluvy]

song for baby-o, unborn - diane di prima & dead poets society [1989] dir. peter weir

#dead poets society #poetry #diane di prima #todd anderson #neil perry #dead poets fandom #ch: i can take care of myself just fine #ch: i say we go tonight #anderperry #mazzy.txt #films #live now #txt

[hairtusk]

Diane Di Prima, ‘More or Less Love Poems’

#diane di prima #beat poetry #women’s poetry

[seekingstars]

Song for Baby-O, Unborn - Diane di Prima

#poetry #diane di prima

[havingapoemwithyou]

revolutionary letter #4 by Diane Di Prima

#Diane Di Prima #poetry #poem

[garadinervi]

Diane di Prima, (1968, 1971), Revolutionary Letter #15, in Revolutionary Letters, The Pocket Poets Series #27, City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA, 1974, p. 26

#graphic design #poetry #book #diane di prima #lawrence ferlinghetti #james oliver mitchell #james mitchell #city lights books #1960s #1970s

[flamingkorybante]

#diane di prima #revolutionary letters #anarchism #revolution

[edwordsmyth]

Letter from Diane di Prima to Audre Lorde. "It is from this deepest night nadir of forgetfuness sweet well of empty sleep that the Child is born no dreams bring him to birth: pain like a shower of meteors we roll thru in the intensest blue-black of our sky & the golden one emerges ludens from the depths of the well & we sigh, for music & seek to devour to incorporate light, that gold shine thru our flesh (blue night for golden stars) our black skies flower forever that we forget no more."

#diane di prima #audre lorde

[meamegirl]

Diane di Prima

REVOLUTIONARY LETTER #100

REALITY IS NO OBSTACLE

From Revolutionary Letters

#pocketpoetseries : Number 27

@citylightsbooks San Francisco 1971

#diane di prima #revolutionary letters

[typewriter-worries]

Buddhist New Year Song,  Diane Di Prima 

[ Text ID: There are stars in your hair ] 

#buddhist new year song #diane di prima #my upload #dark academia #classic academia #chaotic academia #romantic academia #light academia #cottage academia #space academia

[l-yre]

go off diane

#loba #diane di prima

[charlemagn3e]

diane di prima, memoirs of a beatnik

penguin random house; first thus edition (1 august 1998)

#literature #diane di prima #beatnik #beat poetry #booklr #books

[bloomingtrans]

revolutionary letter #27 - diane di prima

text:

How much can we afford to lose, before we win, can we cut hair, or give up drugs, take jobs, join Minute Men, marry, wear their clothes, play bingo, what can we stomach, how soon does it leave its mark, can we living straight in a straight part of town still see our people, can we live if we don't see our people? 'It is better to lose & win, than win & be defeated' sd Gertrude Stein, which wd you choose?

#poetry #nate.txt #thinking about this + rev letter 4 always #diane di prima #roe v wade #abortion access

[hairtusk]

Diane Di Prima, from ‘Pieces of a Song’

#diane di prima #feminism #feminist poetry #beat poetry #women’s poetry

[seekingstars]

Revolutionary Letter #12

the vortex of creation is the vortex of destruction the vortex of artistic creation is the vortex of self destruction the vortex of political creation is the vortex of flesh destruction flesh is in the fire, it curls and terribly warps fat is in the fire, it drips and sizzling sings bones are in the fire they crack tellingly in subtle hieroglyphs of oracle charcoal signed the smell of your burning hair for every revolutionary must at last will his own destruction rooted as he is in the past he sets out to destroy

#poetry #diane di prima