esn13:

gray foam skirts for
azure of Salinas/
eyes underlined with charcoal paste:
filth to highlight more filth.

if you were to hold
my gaze (as one holds ice
between teeth),

it would shatter
before I blinked/ the gloss
of a cesspool: death:

a thick stroke of shadow
below my lids.

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smartyrpoetry:

that crashing madrigal of diamond bead
curtain composed from the pediment,

that splash into a shatter christening 
sweat to ambrosia, tired to inspired,

that fluid fall of undressing sky, an 
undaunted lynx naked and gray.

Saturday Aug 30 9pm  51 notes

 
 

"Everybody Fronts. That’s how style is born."

Dig Yourself

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Anonymous said: can you expand on what you said about aesthetic complexity in writing?

belleetelle:

//I BELIEVE THERE I S ALWAYS A MUTED COLLISION, WITH WRITING, I WR I TE RAW, WITH WORDS THAT EXCUTE ABSOLUTELY. O F T E N, ENCOUNTERING THE CONFLICTION TO ORNATE WORDS, TO RICHEN Y O U R WRITING. IT’S V E R Y DIFFICULT TO E X P L A I N, HENCE THE COMPLEXITY, DECORATING RAWNESS. 

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"Our modern conception of the universe is so foreign to what even scientists generally believed a mere century ago that it is a tribute to the power of the scientific method and the creativity and persistence of humans who want to understand it. That is worth celebrating."

Lawrence Krauss, A Universe From Nothing (via whats-out-there)

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"Go Forth in Cool"

Mantra (via howitzerliterarysociety)

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"The nice thing about egotists is that they don’t talk about other people."

Lucille S. Harper. (via quotedojo)

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historicaltimes:

Louis Armstrong with his trumpet as he studies music before appearing at London’s Festival Hall, December 18, 1956 for a concert to aid Hungarian refugees.

historicaltimes:

Louis Armstrong with his trumpet as he studies music before appearing at London’s Festival Hall, December 18, 1956 for a concert to aid Hungarian refugees.

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"When I stumbled into you I knew that it was God."

Jean Deaux  (via blackqueerboi)

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Some cool artists today

Check out

fenderlust

http://fenderlust.tumblr.com/

and

tsabe

http://blog.tsabe.co.uk/

Great Vibes and Talent

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fenderlust:

Will be mailing this out to a friend

fenderlust:

Will be mailing this out to a friend

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"

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.

The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.

You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.

And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.

"

Denise Levertov, Adam’s Complaint (via hellanne)

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"Sometimes we saw shadows of gods in the trees; silenced, we went on."

Galway Kinnel, “Turkeys”  (via mirroir)

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"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

 Jack Kerouac (via feellng)

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