Among many tasks
I’ve forgotten that
it’s also necessary
to be dying
I have neglected this obligation
or have been fulfilling it
everything will change
I will start dying assiduously
without wasting time
— Tadeusz Rozewicz, “Among Many Tasks” (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
"They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."
— Dylan Thomas (via observando)
"The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others."
— Vincent van Gogh (via jdvlla)
(Source: v-v-g, via youreyesblazeout)
"But you see, there is
a graveyard in my mouth
filled with words that
have died on my lips."
— Emily Palermo, from Untitled
"One can sometimes
touch, in the distance between two people,
a moment of another person’s endless dream."
— Yves Bonnefoy, from In the Shadow’s Light
trans. John Naughton (University of Chicago Press, 1990)
(Source: mythologyofblue, via airwalker)
Here’s something I remember from physics
(Apart from that inappropriate crush I had
On the teacher):
There’s only so much energy in the universe.
It breaks down and breaks apart and attaches itself
And reattaches itself but it never grows or shrinks.
Finite. Kind of like fossil fuels.
(Everyone knows how finite those are, right?
Yeah, even them. They just don’t care.)
So here’s the cool part:
Your screams were a planet orbiting once,
The sign of your fist through the air
Might have been the measured shriek
Of the twenty third knife into Julius Caesar’s side.
The way you flick your hair back over your shoulder
Might have been the sink of eve’s teeth into the apple.
Interconnectedness. Bullshit business strategies
Have a funny kind of truth as it turns out.
The way you walk was the crawl of a glacier and
you’re only ever borrowing sound waves,
Never owning them. (what if loan sharks
Wanted those back too?)
I’m off-point. What I partly want to say is
That I really hope those wildfires are going to be
The press of your arms around me eventually.
I don’t even mind if they’re gunshots in between.
— Elisabeth Hewer (via cascadingletters)