July 2011
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“Promise to Me,” Mirah, C’mon...
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"The World is a Beautiful Place," by Lawrence...
The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don’t mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don’t sing all the time The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time...
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"Eurydice," by Margaret Atwood
17steps:
I just discovered this through glasspoppy and I had to post the whole thing.
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from "Eurydice," by Sarah Ruhl
“This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house. The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head, there is always something more beautiful.”
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mediumaevum:
“Here are the first eleven lines of...
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12.A picture of something you love
midnightdreamswillfindme:
This line.
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"Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell," by Marty...
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor...
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CNN interviews Kathleen Hanna →
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Sonnet XLIII, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what...
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"Remember, body" by C. P. Cavafy, trans. Aliki...
Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds where you lay, but also those desires for you, shining clearly in eyes and trembling in a voice—and some chance obstacle thwarted them. Now when everything is the past, it almost looks as if you gave yourself to those desires as well—how they shone— remember—in the eyes that looked at you, how they trembled for you in the...
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