September 29, 2014
what resembles the grave but isn’t

anneboyer:

Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually;  sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating  the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!” 

(via nogreatillusion)

September 29, 2014

8:59am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZR4rEy1RyndIF
  
Filed under: damien rice new music 
September 29, 2014
"What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I’m almost ready to begin something really new?"

Theodore Roethke, from “First Class,” On Poetry & Craft (Copper Canyon Press, 2001)

(Source: apoetreflects, via carolynncecilia)

September 27, 2014

a love song, proper

September 26, 2014

“I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again - Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone.

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time.

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office.”

preach. (via kerryalaska)

(Source: ask-pauli-amorous)

8:53am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZR4rEy1RjUxSQ
  
Filed under: important 
September 26, 2014
"On nights like these, we struggle
to find new ways to say “nights like these,”
struggle to avoid the word struggle.

When that song came on the radio,
you turned it up and said, ‘Let this
be the anthem for our bad choices’
and I thought of Bad Choices as a place as in:
Bad Choices, Montana and I wondered
what it must feel like to be mayor there
and then I remembered that I am."

— Andrea Henchey, “The Moon Is So Smart,” published in Smartish Pace (via bostonpoetryslam)

(via nogreatillusion)

September 22, 2014
in which SW stands for spiderwebs, apparently, based on my experience this afternoon

in which SW stands for spiderwebs, apparently, based on my experience this afternoon

7:16pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZR4rEy1RStP9X
  
Filed under: portland 
September 22, 2014
we are tiny

we are tiny

10:33am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZR4rEy1RQa3-H
  
Filed under: my photos 
September 22, 2014
"Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friable nests of birds, completely intact and unharmed on the ground. That the featherweight survive the massive, that this reversal of fortune takes place among us — that is what haunts me. I don’t know what it means."

— Mary Ruefle

10:32am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZR4rEy1RQZnEz
  
Filed under: mary ruefle 
September 21, 2014
"Oh, you’re nearer summer than me. If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that’s long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we’ve stashed away. But there are times when we’re all autumn people."

— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (via lunemoelleux)

(via nogreatillusion)

September 21, 2014

poor boys never stood a chance