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With his venom/ Irresistible/ and bittersweet/ that loosener/ of limbs, Love/ reptile-like/ strikes me down.
Sappho (trans. Mary Barnard)
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21 Tuesday Aug 2018
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21 Tuesday Aug 2018
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Under this temple there is a well so ancient/ it will abide the mouldering of the floor./ This night, for healing, I’ll tear up/ the flagstones.
Diane di Prima
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11 Saturday Aug 2018
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but the anus loves/ poetry/ & is prolific …
Erica Jong, from Seven
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07 Tuesday Aug 2018
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and so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
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07 Tuesday Aug 2018
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It is Isis the mystery/ must be in love with me.
D.H. Lawrence, Don Juan (1914)
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07 Tuesday Aug 2018
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Old gods are terrible to look at when they weep, all bloated like spoiled fish. One wonders if they ever understand that they have caused their own grief. When the seventh day came, the flood subsided from its slaughter like hair drawn slowly back from a tormented face.
from, The Epic of Gilgamesh
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05 Sunday Aug 2018
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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
“Let It Be Forgotten,” Sara Teasdale
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03 Friday Aug 2018
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all that wet.
3-word story (via babylon-crashing)
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03 Friday Aug 2018
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screaming to god for death by drowning –/ one salt taste of the sea once more …
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Inland (via babylon-crashing)
from, “childe harold’s pilgrimage,” by lord byron
03 Friday Aug 2018
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And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror — ’twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
memories of my ghost sista 