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these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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  • 20 Aug
    16:42 pm
    ‘Come to the edge’, he said. They said, ‘We are afraid’. ‘Come to the edge’, he said. They came. He pushed them… And they flew."
    Guillaume Apollinaire (via: Erospainter)
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  • 19 Aug
    23:25 pm
    Inspiration: 90+ Photo-Based Book Covers

    As someone who admittedly buys books based on their cover (or their edition if I was already planning on buying it before) OR a writer/artist: this is a great list.

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  • 19:40 pm
    POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: Staff and Interns Surface From the Underground

    It is assumed that Poets House has a sort of gravitational pull for those who write poetry. Yet while the patrons wear their poetic lives on their sleeves as they scribble in notebooks and flip through journals, the writing brains of my fellow interns remain undisclosed- well at least they did…

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  • 19:39 pm

    Poetry on the Steps at Central Park Zoo

    Poetry on the Steps at Central Park Zoo

    dive-bombing bird

    dive-bombing bird

    sleepy polar bear

    sleepy polar bear

    snow leopard was elusive; poetry wasn't

    snow leopard was elusive; poetry wasn't

    Mike Romanos, Carlin Wragg & Jean Cornel

    Mike Romanos, Carlin Wragg & Jean Cornel

    pohoguidestars:

    On August 15 some of the Poets House staff and Interns took an excursion to the Central Park Zoo to explore the poetry we’ve put up around the animals. Despite the rain we had a great time.

    What are some of your favorite poems (or animals!) in Central Park?

    -Sophie Bloomfield

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  • 17 Aug
    01:51 am
    papinothered:


liveoncoffeeandflowers:

(via tumaiii, fuckyeahmonique)
i’ll eat that with a glass of dark force

I’ll be having mine with Blue Milk™


My bff Annie got me these (the molds) for my birthday. It was an adventure in cooking.
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    papinothered:

    liveoncoffeeandflowers:

    (via tumaiii, fuckyeahmonique)

    i’ll eat that with a glass of dark force

    I’ll be having mine with Blue Milk™

    My bff Annie got me these (the molds) for my birthday. It was an adventure in cooking.

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  • 14 Aug
    23:22 pm
    Finally, Jan broke the silence: “It is just so hard to comprehend how people can suffer so much by wanting to be close to one another.” This tragic irony makes the AIDS epidemic too sublime for twenty-somethings to grasp until we hear the poetry of its witnesses. As they voiced their friends’ words, the readers in Kray Hall at the last showcase reading demonstrated the healing power of language— its ability to both acknowledge loss and mend with beauty."
    Alyssa Rapp (via: POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: Showcasing Poets Lost to AIDS) 
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  • 23:20 pm
    As Black told us that Paul, blind, would write as he sat next to Rodger’s grave, she contributed to the depth of lines such as “love needs no eyes”. Mortality and undying love are perhaps the two most popular themes in writing. Yet, knowing that each of the poets in the book so deeply understood the value and fleeting nature of life, the poems contained the uncanny pathos of the odes of Horace."
    Alyssa Rapp (via: POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: Showcasing Poets Lost to AIDS) 
    • #poets house
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  • 13 Aug
    23:18 pm
    sachafedor:

sacha federowsky - i love you i’m going to blow up your school
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    sachafedor:

    sacha federowsky - i love you i’m going to blow up your school

    • #some days.
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  • 12 Aug
    22:28 pm

    here is something

    The wet months have come to the Atlantic coast. Rain in New York makes me feel so incredibly lonely. It’s not like the rains of Florida, fast, strong, violent, killing power and shaking the houses. Felling trees. New York rains are light, barely exceeding a drizzle. I want to look into my lap and see hands that aren’t my own. Nights are so much harder this way.

    • #here is something
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  • 11:21 am
    xpn:

love-less
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    xpn:

    love-less

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