08 Sunday Jan 2017
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Did he lie? did he laugh? does he know it,
now he lies out of reach, out of breath,
your prophet, your preacher, your poet,
Sin’s child by incestuous Death —
Algernon Charles Swinburne, Dolores
06 Friday Jan 2017
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Often I lie awake at night worried that the sucker mcs do not realize that this is, indeed, the place to be.
05 Thursday Jan 2017
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Listen, listen! Everywhere
a low voice is calling me,
and a step is on the stair,
and one comes you cannot see.
Listen, listen! Even now
a dim hand knocks at the door.
Hear me; he is come again,—
My own dearest is come back.
Bring him in from the cold rain …
Christina Rossetti, Death’s Chill Between
04 Wednesday Jan 2017
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ancient greece, Aphrodite Kallipugos, Aphrodite of the beautiful buttocks, BBC Magazine, Bettany Hughes, booty, quote unquote
And if that wasn’t bad enough, beauty was frequently a competitive sport [in ancient Greece]. Beauty contests – kallisteia – were a regular fixture in the training grounds of the Olympics at Elis and on the islands of Tenedos and Lesbos … My favourite such story has to be the contest in honour of Aphrodite Kallipugos – Aphrodite of the beautiful buttocks. The story goes that when deliberating on where to found a temple to the goddess in Sicily it was decided an exemplar of human beauty should make the choice. Two farmer’s daughters with amply-portioned arses battled it out. The best endowed was given the honour of choosing the site for Aphrodite’s shrine. Fat-bottomed girls clearly had a hotline to the goddess of love.
04 Wednesday Jan 2017
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What remains,
O mystic and sombre Dolores,
Our Lady of Pain? …
My lips full of lust and of laughter,
Curled snakes that are fed from my breast,
Bite hard, lest remembrance come after
And press with new lips where you pressed.
For my heart too springs up at the pressure,
Mine eyelids too moisten and burn;
Ah, feed me and fill me with pleasure,
Ere pain come in turn …
[Then] we shall know what the darkness discovers,
If the grave-pit be shallow or deep;
And our fathers of old, and our dead lovers,
We shall know if they sleep not or sleep.
03 Tuesday Jan 2017
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You will not be cold there;
You will not wish to see your face in a mirror;
There will be no heaviness,
Since you will not be able to lift a finger.
There will be company, but they will not heed you;
Yours will be a journey only of two paces
Into view of the stars again; but you will not make it.
02 Monday Jan 2017
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Never apologize, even if it burns your fingers to stubs, for your misspellings. Often it is the only thing that keeps the romantics a step ahead of the genteel la-di-da.
02 Monday Jan 2017
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I have a friend in ghostland, —
early found, ah me, how early lost! —
Blood-red seaweed drips along that coastland
By the strong sea wrenched and tossed.
In every creek there slopes a dead man’s inlet.
If I wake he hunts me like a nightmare
30 Friday Dec 2016
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close dear heart, joy and sorrow are contained in the same words, quote unquote, the night is young and you are not here
Joy is when you tell Love that you’ll hold them close. Sorrow is when you tell Love that you’ll hold them and they say, ‘Close.’
28 Wednesday Dec 2016
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darling flesh mi amor, even with the songs from the far hills, for there was a fire in my head, I went to the hazel wood, quote unquote, spoken words can never be retracted
I love what you offered but, darling flesh, how can you help me when I can’t sleep without nightmares, I cannot stop the singing from the distant hills, I cannot drink without writing all my distraught thoughts down on the page for you? And who wants darling flesh after such words are spoken?
memories of my ghost sista 