March 2012
Muscles crave music
the murderer whistles a tune
no one moves.
—pof
“It isn’t normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult psychological achievement.”
—Abraham Maslow (via psychotherapy)
“You would think
the sea was blind
to me as I stare out,
deaf to the dull
pull of waters that
promise, if not love,
then love or nothing.” —Heidy Steidlmayer, from “Scylla” (via proustitute)
the sea was blind
to me as I stare out,
deaf to the dull
pull of waters that
promise, if not love,
then love or nothing.” —Heidy Steidlmayer, from “Scylla” (via proustitute)
Tonight the Poet on Fire will arrive in Seattle by Amtrak. He will walk out the doors of Union Station and look about with a confused expression—as if seeing this soggy city for the first time. Before grabbing a cab, he will look about. Seeking a familiar face or kind stranger. Seeing none, he will strike up a conversation with the Ehtiopian cab driver. “Tell me about Addis Ababa,” he will say.
“The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is.”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein (via missfolly)
“The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body—has a spirit—is organic—and fluid to the influence of its spirit—and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.”
—Henry David Thoreau (via absea)
“There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.”
—Gustave Flaubert (via meanderingwind)
