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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months
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hi! can i request a web weave for when you love your partner and the feelings are mutual but you know you’re not meant to be? like when it’s an already existing relationship and everything’s good but you just know it’s not gonna result in marriage and getting old together. please and thank you!
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i hope you're doing well <33
Homer The Iliad / Lisa Olstein Cold Satellite; Little Stranger / boygenius Bite the Hand / Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye When Love Arrives / @/ratsandlilies.art (on instagram) / pinterest / Anne Carson Glass, Irony and God / @/ratsandlilies.art (on instagram) / Ross Gay Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude
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araekniarchive · 1 year
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hey! i hope you're having a lovely day! i was wondering if you could do a weave on love compared to weather? like thunderstorms or sunshine etc. or just stormy weather as a joyful thing :)
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Pema Chödrön
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John Muir, ‘Mountain Thoughts’, published in John of the Mountains by Linnie Marsh Wolfe
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Robert Frost, A Line-Storm Song
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Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye, An Origin Story
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Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves
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Sapardi Djoko Damono, ‘Aku Ingin/I Want’ from Before Dawn (trans. John H. McGlynn)
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Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
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E. E. Cummings, i carry your heart with me
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Alice Hoffman, Here On Earth
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Edwin Morgan, Valentine Weather
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spokenworded · 5 months
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"When Love Arrives", Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye
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Maybe Love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for Love.
🎥When Loves Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
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artists-ache · 1 year
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Sarah Kay - No Matter the Wreckage
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strange-alien11 · 4 months
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Succulent
When you called to say after our fifth morning together that my travel was too difficult for you and this had to end, I was in the market and had just bought a succulent with round leaves like plump emeralds promising an easy and long survival I carried it home with both hands committed to its nominal care The plant lasted a few months until a particularly long trip away The death of a plant, so visual the discoloration of the skin the limp extremities laying to rest on the dirt I wondered aloud about repotting it. Perhaps more water and closer attention a spot in the apartment with direct sunlight easier to just get another one comes the new voice from the other room
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While we're on the topic of Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay... here's another poem that surprisingly resonates with the Circle kids...
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somnolentstardust · 1 year
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Discovering "When Love Arrives" has been so liberating, because now whenever I find myself pining for love I remember that "Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to and love leaves exactly when love must" and suddenly, there's hope in the world for a future version of me who understands, who's holding present me's hand and gently whispering, "you see?"
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"PHIL KAYE performs "TEETH""
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theswampghost · 1 year
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i was sooo normal you all will not believe how normal i was about meeting phil kaye. the most normal person on earth
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“a great story has a beginning, middle & end... but not necessarily in that order”
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aishhole · 1 year
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My grandfather was not a strong man, but he kept his word
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catmint1 · 2 years
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We are all great stories, though not all written as chapter books.
Phil Kaye, “Beginning, Middle, & End”
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Poetry Quote By Phil Kaye: “Fear of joy…”
Poetry Quote By Phil Kaye: “Fear of joy…” > Poetry Quote By Phil Kaye: “Fear of joy…” Stay awesome! Read more of this post  WordPress WordPress Add a comment to this post: WordPress WordPress
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sweatsnervously47 · 4 months
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Forever one of my favorite poems <3
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strange-alien11 · 4 months
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Repetition
I remember the bed just floating there.
Apart, apart, apart, apart.
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
For example:
Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
See, nothing
Our existence, she said, is the same way.
You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM
You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake
If you just
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
one day you’ll forget why
Nothing is forever, she said
My parents left each other when I was 7 years old
Before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbor’s house,
like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.
When I came back there was no gravity in our home, beds floating
I imagined it as an accident, that when I left
They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over
that they forgot what it meant
Family, family, family, family, family, family
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
This became my favorite game
It made the sting of words evaporate.
Separation, separation, separation;
see, nothing
Apart, apart, apart;
see, nothing
I am an injured handyman now
I work with words all day
Shut up, I know the irony!
When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language
was breaking it down
Convincing it that it was worthless
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you;
See, nothing
Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
There is no escape in stutter
You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
                               S-  
                                               s-
                                                               s-             separation
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors
Every “Are you ok?”
Every “What’d you say?”
Every “Come on kid, spit it out”
Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape
Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
Over and over until it just hangs there,
floating in the middle of the room
Mom, Dad,
I am not wasteful with my words anymore.
Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,
I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
I have heard that even in space;
You can hear the scratching of a
                                                               I-
                               I-
                                                               I-
                                               I love you.
                                                                                              -Phil Kaye
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