Interrupted Reading
The female throat
which carries pearls,
carries two chins.
They are resting.
She wears a small model
of a sixteenth century
Dutch building
as an earring.
Two stories.
Her throat carries
one mouth, one nose, and one eye.
No brain.
No head of gorgeous hair
dissolves. Her breasts
collapse on the ribs
as mine do.
Her one good arm
reads grandmother.
That dress
holds her lovingly.
She stopped
thumbing through her
address book.
Her friends had all died.
“she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’ So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.”
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
In The Origami Fields | Sabrina Orah Mark
where I fold and unfold my left arm into November, my hair
into my sister,
where the black-gloved woman plays my heart like a crumpled
violin,
where I stand creased and lusting for paper, where I have no
more dead lovers
than you, where beautiful girls are always asked for directions,
where I keep myself real, flirting with the ventriloquists,
where my father holds me like a paper doll, where doors can be
torn down
swiftly, where neither one of us is a miracle,
I understand only this:
It is lonely in a place that can burn so fast.
from WERE I ADAM, THE POEM I’D WRITE EVE - Bob Hicok
… how you are the beginningof life as I know it, the going under
in small tufts and rivulets of spring,
the severings I’ve always loved
as seeds are the death of the apple
for now.
(Source: thevulgar, via roadsidelions)
Tiago and Gabriel Primo, spent 14 hours a day in their ‘Hanging Out’ outdoor home installation in Rio de Janeiro. They placed furniture pieces onto the wall and reached them by using climbing equipment.
(via basementree)
Bregenzer Festspiele (Bregenz Festival) is a performing arts festival which is held every July and August in Bregenz, Austria. It is famous for the creative stages that are built every year on Lake Constance. One of the most interesting ones is the skeleton reading a book, from 1999.
(via grim-fascination)
"What I heard then was the melody of children at play, nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus."
(Source: spaceshipspaceship)
(via oldworldheart)
what they did yesterday afternoon.
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they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
"I’m not really interested in page-turners. I love the structure of language maybe more than I love the stories, the things that I underline in books are really cleverly ordered sentences rather than very grand points."
Laura Marling
guardian.co.uk
(Source: andwearebasiclife, via oldworldheart)
