May 2013
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Good-morning Granada! →
titotitus:
The rooster’s morning song
wakes the dirt in my doorway
pulls sunshine through my window
and shits on my tile floor
like he owns this hovel and I
only visit from time to time.
~t.t.t.
“I’m not a poet. I’m a person far out at sea, and the poem is a raft made of...”
– Jane Hirshfield (via sina-santi2)
“I had love once in the palm of my hand.
See the lines there.”
– John Wieners (via sina-santi2)
I've always wondered how tumblr makes money
Now I think I know … .
“The Internet will kill everything you love. But by the time it dies, you won’t...”
– Squashed: If Yahoo buys Tumblr… (via nevver)
“San Francisco is a city of beautiful women and intriguing men. Unless you are in...”
– t.t.t. (via titotitus)
“But remembering those moments, I still stand in ecstasy, inhaling through the...”
– Marcel Proust (via sina-santi2)
“If you want to have what you have not, you must do what you do not.”
– Zen master (via sina-santi2)
rendered
kerrycoxpoetry:
now, as if I had roses underneath
ordinary skin, i have come to blossom
into tears and whitewater rapids
full
.
ghostly, the wishes of underlying
thoughts, watery films of
the way we kiss. cool
time and machines
to transport
the mind to its
own excuse.
.
this is a grave, too
this evening light, this
slow tempo. this is a
remembrance of all
the sand that’s...
“San Francisco is a city of beautiful women and intriguing men. Unless you are in...”
– t.t.t. (via titotitus)
Elegia Memnosyne: The Jacarandas of LA →
myelegiaalone:
The jacaranda blossoms
Are everywhere
Like a velvet coat
Over the grass
And the street
and the cracked sidewalk
That runs between. Cars parked below are
pasted, a thick blanket
Of decaying buds.
Everywhere there is the
Thick heavy scent
The perfume of a city. It unifies the…
Indian Caves In The Dry Country by William...
mathofbirds:
These are some canyons we might use again sometime.
“I am astonished in my teaching to find how many poets are nearly blind to the...”
– Linda Gregg, The Art of Finding (via haveapoemwithyourcoffee)
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
– Tennessee Williams (via sina-santi2)
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
– Tennessee Williams (via sina-santi2)
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San Francisco
titotitus:
The Whole Foods woman, on 24th Street
between Church Street and Castro
young and pretty, wide as a hoop skirt,
says, with brown cleavage and wink
“You come see me again, okay?” and
I say, yes, of course, because red
lipstick fits her lips and I am old
and pretend that I am important
in her city life.
~t.t.t.
titotitus:
The winds deter me.
They push sound around the corners
of this million dollar slice of city
they whoop and moan songs of ocean
hitting land, slapping silly boxes built
by men, as if humans make no difference,
smacking this house, whipping my awareness
when I walk down Church Street
toward the trolley that wobbles in wind.
These winds will last longer
than humans will...
“And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
– Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder, trans. D. M. Thomas (via proustitute)
per-astra:
May 4, 2013
They wanted me to be small— Quiet, maybe, keep in line, they said, But my body was never dainty, never what they called feminine, Never fragile, I was built to last in this world, To carry you and all your weight, All you could never let go.
(sas)
semper evolvere: growing-orbits: Pulse
This is not... →
growing-orbits:
Pulse
This is not how hearts begin to beat, in twos sitting in trees. Soaked birds say we’re cold, and go inside. No one around us has a problem breathing. Whole branches collapse under the weight of ice and skin. Nations cave in the time it takes a heart to stop beating….
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San Francisco, center of the universe →
Every image here has been created by Tito or depicts Tito in creations by other artists.
“I am not attracted to brusqueness or sarcasm. But then, I don’t know anyone who...”
– Sayings of Te Toh (via titotitus)
“the morning sun’s
young blonde woman
(butch in back
femme in front)
smokes...”
– t.t.t. [first day in San Francisco] (via titotitus)
woooods:
one day i’ll be a squinty man who wears suits
people will bring me apples and i’ll watch them rot
a pile of woven baskets will be my casket
& i will sail to the delta singing
long live the void
