June 2011
“What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)
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You know when you find a new poet
and you try and read everything they wrote that
you can lay hand to
and its like wrapping yourself in a blanket
of love
and being stabbed by little
shards of truth
all at the same time
May 2011
Marie Curie →
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to...”
– Roberto Bolaño (via mermaidmilk)
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There is no city that does not dream
There is no city that does not dream
by Anne Michaels
There is no city that does not dream
from its foundations. The lost lake
crumbling in the hands of brickmakers,
the floor of the ravine where light lies broken
with the memory of rivers. All the winters
stored in that geologic
garden. Dinosaurs sleep in the subway
at Bloor and Shaw, a bed of bones
under the rumbling track. The storm
...
