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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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~ Saturday, February 13 ~

“ Don’t you know that love isn’t just going to bed? Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures — when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love — why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.

— Brian Moore

via Erospainter

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I know I always give super short notice with these things but there has to be someone in NY still awake!

Poetry for Children (at Poets’ House)

Saturday, February 13, 2010, 11am
Floating Valentines: A Screening of The Red Balloon

Join us as we watch Albert Lamorisse’s timeless children’s classic The Red Balloon. Afterwards we’ll make our own poetic floating valentines.

Admission Free

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~ Thursday, February 11 ~

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ideal.

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filthygorgeousthings:

VDay gift suggestion: a night or a weekend in a sensually stimulating hotel. Like the Library Hotel which classifies its room according to the Dewey Decimal System. Pictured: The Love Room: 1100.006

Um, I wouldn’t even need to stay in the love room. I would be so excited if someone were to take me here, regardless of the room in which we’d stay.

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~ Wednesday, February 10 ~

The Dancing Bear, Greg Kuzma (for 2/9/10)

poetry365:

They came down the road
in the early morning
dragging the bear by its nose.
They set up a small platform
in the square.
It was the sound of nails
being driven into boards that woke me.
I got up and had my breakfast,
and went out thinking
what will it be today?
Women with no hair,
unicorns, artifacts from
recent battlefields?

At noon a man came into the square
and stood up on the platform.
I recognized him as my father.
Soon he and the bear were wrestling.
Suddenly, before anyone knew
what was happening,
my father had pulled one
of the bear’s teeth.

It was then the bear began dancing.
It danced around and around
the platform until it fell off.
Each year at this time
and later in the spring
we have these things happen to us.

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~ Tuesday, February 9 ~

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bethlehems:

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Yep.

ooooh this cover.

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~ Sunday, February 7 ~

quartertosleep:

Early memories of a soft spoken sea, where heavy leaves float on its tense surface, frozen in time.

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~ Saturday, February 6 ~

front (by Cassy Warren)

back (I think you're swell)

This is me being ridiculous and corny and nerdy and making a sort-of-valentine for my not-boyfriend (who I REALLY hope doesn’t read this blog [eta: OH GOD it’s the first result if you search for my username. HI EVERYONE]). I really like the ’50s and ’50s slang and “swell” became a part of my vocabulary with the first Matt (I really need to stop with the repeating names, don’t I?) and just sort of stuck and well, I do think this guy is swell and there’s a certain feeling I associate with that word and I get it and oh god this could go so terribly for me but anyway the waves are of course by Cassy because when do I ever use art from anyone else I mean really now.

Tags: i'm kind of a spazz in case you didn't already know matt oof can I copyright this idea?
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~ Friday, February 5 ~

“ If I love you, one of them cried out,
what would you give up?
There were others before you,
I wanted to say, and you’d be the one
before someone else. Everything, I said.

— Poetry 365: What They Wanted, Stephen Dunn

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How cool are Tasmanian Wolves/Tigers? Too bad we killed all (or most) of them.

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