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Anju Rena Anan No.279 (1981)

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I don’t know. Sometimes you get a line, a phrase, sometimes you’re crying, or it’s the curve of a chair that hurts you and you don’t know why, or sometimes you just want to write a poem, and you don’t know what it’s about. I will fool around on the typewriter. It might take me ten pages of nothing, of terrible writing, and then I’ll get a line, and I’ll think, “That’s what I mean!” What you’re doing is hunting for what you mean, what you’re trying to say. You don’t know when you start.

Anne Sexton, from No Evil Star: Selected Essays, Interviews, and Prose; “How Does A Poem Come Into Being”  (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off. For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking, I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living. I remember you

“What The Living Do,” Marie Howe (via commovente)

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Constantine Manos

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from April’s Fudge Monthly: The Garden of Eden Issue by Jimmy Marble

buy your copy of the issue here

www.jimmymarble.com

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idk whoo 

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‘ Censored ‘  © Sammy Slabbinck 2016

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A beautiful hazard: to go and keep going.

Bhanu Kapil, from Text to Complete a Text (via merulae)

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even my comics just want to lie down for a bit

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artist’s rooms  #4

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Pilgrims’ Progress Photograph by Michael George

http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/camino-pilgrimage-george/

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