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madnesscarrymehome:
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The Shoelace
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still you can study them like pieces on a chessboard… it’s not the large things that send a man to the madhouse. death he’s ready for, or murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood… no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies that send a man to the madhouse… not the death of his love but a shoelace that...
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I know very little
And while I have eyes inside my head,
And feet to walk with, and
There are universities and
Books full of men and
Places like
Rome and Madrid—-
I stay in bed
And watch the light rise in the curtains
And listen to the sounds
That I dislike, and
I fear the angry wife
The landlord
The psychiatrist
The police
The priest,
Yet in bed here
The sun of myself working around my
Bones
I...
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judylouise:
If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
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The Darlings
a world full of successful people’s sons on bicycles on the Hollywood Riviera at 3:11 P.M. on a Tuesday afternoon…
this is what some of the armies died to save this is what many of the ladies desire; these stuffed fractions of beings pedaling along or stopping to chat while still seated upon their mounts gentle breezes sifting across their undisturbed faces…
I understand very little of this...
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qqkabuki:
guilty pleasure
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“Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves...”
– Anne Sexton, from “Admonitions To A Special Person” (via bookoasis) 