February 2012
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Hotel by Tori Amos
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“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers,...”
– Sylvia Plath
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Blue by Joni Mitchell
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“Do you remember ever playing with a prism? Every time you hold it differently in...”
– Tori Amos
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ever since icarus fell
i’ve kept the metaphor under my bed
in case.
it is useful for days when leaves go dry from northern winds
and great queens fall on their heads (always upside down)
today is one of those days
because language walked out the door a week and a half ago
we argued over his irregular past participle status
and now i fear he will not return
and will choose to melt...
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“When you sleep horses break from the night
upon your flat breast, and the...”
– from Funeral March by Jean Genet
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Mother bought me tulips for Valentine’s day but they have already wilted from the icy sadness that tangled their blooms this morning.
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I think it is because we all tread on feeble tight ropes made of silken threads and our unsteady hearts lead me to be far too nice to people. But yet I always leave some empty hole, somewhere. I fear people completely misunderstand the state I’m in, I fear they misunderstand completely what I am. I suppose, I long too much to make centaurs smile and find friendly shadows in the eyes of...
theunabridgedjournal asked: Hello dear. What are your feelings toward the day?
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Today is day two of the horrible food poisoning I have received from going out for fish and chips. I have not been this sick for years, I can hardly move.
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I was raised in checkered silence
in the cool nursery of the young century.
Human voices did not touch me,
it was the wind whose voice I heard.
I favored burdocks and nettles,
but dearest to me was the silver willow,
my long companion through the years, ...
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“She seemed to be near him in the darkness. At moments he seemed to feel her...”
– from Dubliners by James Joyce
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“I think we ought to only read the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the...”
– Franz Kafka , 1904
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Starting tomorrow I’m going to eat nothing but ice cream, brownies with a hint of those green leafs, grapefruit and tangerines. You watch me. I’m going to dye my hair blue and tell strangers exactly how I feel (will be easy if I eat some brownies at dinner time). And in three months I’ll run away on a bus to Nashville and tell people my name is Cecilia Parker, the blue will only...
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“Save me from the long slow death by ants. But what are you doing here folly? So...”
– from Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys
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