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mawbli:

you read it aloud and hear the rhythm of it and realize this is why you liked it already before you heard how it fit your voice

jaded-mandarin:

Gerard ter Borch. Detail from Curiosity, 1660.
Ultimately, love is an odd amalgamation of androgens, estrogens, dopamine, norepinephrine, and slow jams.
Benedict Smith (via benedictsmith)

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if you admit the violence

asfaltics:

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(same) house mid-demolition
Yayoi 1-chome, Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo (*)
9 August 2014

stage right, detail.
epigram… has a source
 

  • Timothy McSweeney:
    Why write poetry?

  • Rebecca Lindenberg:
    I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you “have something to say.” I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The “unsayable” thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.

dappledazzle:

Breakfast at Mando’s
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