Vintage Frank Lloyd Wright. :: Art Deco
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the blessing of the old woman, the tulip, and the dog
:: alicia ostriker
To be blessed
said the old woman
is to live and work
so hard
God’s love
washes right through you
like milk through a cow
To be blessed
said the dark red tulip
is to knock their eyes out
with the slug of lust
implied by
your up-ended skirt
To be blessed
said the dog
is to have a pinch
of God
inside you
and all the other
dogs can smell it
[poetrying]
[alive on all channels]
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Sweet summer and its nighttime
Their soul too would whisper
Of a radiant wish
The world's core between us
What I knew then
To be the celestial
Falling
Descending from whatever grace was left
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Love
The smell is sweet like summer
Or like wood hot from the sun
It tastes like real vacation
Like pure and simple fun
It feels unique and tender
Like snow in springtime found
Like when you eat a loaded nacho
Making a wet and crispy sound
It breaks with all that’s normal
Breaks with reason, breaks with rhyme
It tears through all your planning
And it wrecks your sense of time
Sometimes things run badly
Eat the nacho, bite your tongue
You get an awesome smelling summer
But heat constrains you to your home
It’s not all about the good things
It’s how you treat the bad
You shrug off the minor setback
You grow forward on your path
‘Cause if she smells sweet as summer
Is special like snow that’s falling late
Despite the heat, you take her out
Eating nachos in the shade
-BB-
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Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
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FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!
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Hold me close to myself
The very recent ancient truths
There's a treasure on the ledge and there is
The fear
The shadow that I might see
Might be
When I fall out of my own hands
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Blackout poetry exists on a dual axis from "banal" to "insightful" on the input side and "kind of deep" to "incredibly fucking dumb" on the output side, and while taking something banal and producing something kind of deep is well and fine, for my money taking something insightful and rendering it incredibly fucking dumb is where the real art is.
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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}
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