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inscendo: Milky Way

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:37:33 -0600

Milky Way

The Physics of Tea Sitting in the living room drinking tea with her and talking about special...

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:35:50 -0600

The Physics of Tea

Sitting in the living room

drinking tea with her and
talking about special relativity
and the fact that the most distant
galaxies are racing away from us
at 80% of the speed of light and
as she considers this

pulling a wayward strand of hair
from her face, she begins to twirl it,
worrying it between her fingers, and
I am touched by the girlishness
of this gesture, as she says very seriously:
“Gravity is a fear of being alone.”
I laugh,

setting my tea down on the table
hearing the percussion click
of a china cup meeting the saucer and
as she smiles the freckles on her cheeks
gravitate together in Newtonian fashion
and I know what holds everything together.

Doug Tanoury

serendipity-precious: Heaven wheels by Thuyhn on Flickr.

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:20:21 -0600

serendipity-precious:

Heaven wheels by Thuyhn on Flickr.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 09:22:07 -0600

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Thu, 23 May 2013 09:20:40 -0600

zeroing: Sergei Ilitsky

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:06:14 -0600

zeroing:

Sergei Ilitsky

aphelia: Towards the light by Eilir.Haƒ on Flickr.

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:02:23 -0600

aphelia:

Towards the light by Eilir.Haƒ on Flickr.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 08:59:36 -0600

closings: sorry by Abby Billington on Flickr.

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:54:46 -0600

closings:

sorry by Abby Billington on Flickr.

Death But when I lay my forehead against the wall, it smells of your neck, lips, your hair, and...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:54:13 -0600

Death

But when I lay my forehead against the wall,
it smells of your neck, lips, your hair,
and hay,
and water green with frogs and stars.

So I caress the table, windows, lampshade,

like your warm breasts in the dark ripened by night.
And when we nestle face to face,
I understand that there is no death.

Maurycy Szymel

vintiquity: Untitled by Jabbeltubel

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:52:42 -0600

vintiquity:

Untitled by Jabbeltubel

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Wed, 22 May 2013 10:51:30 -0600

tiptoethroughthesky: Shirt by Bige Yılmaz on Flickr.

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:50:44 -0600

tiptoethroughthesky:

Shirt by Bige Yılmaz on Flickr.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 10:39:21 -0600

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Wed, 22 May 2013 10:36:11 -0600

transparent-excuses: November. on @weheartit.com -...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:35:38 -0600

transparent-excuses:

November. on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/ZHhpMu

lafleurdesmurailles: Lake Bled, Slovenia by Katarina Ribnikar...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:34:12 -0600

lafleurdesmurailles:

Lake Bled, Slovenia by Katarina Ribnikar on Flickr.

from One Winged Angels Can you draw me the shape of love? * John Donne was right after all; the...

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:44:08 -0600

from One Winged Angels

Can you draw me the shape of love?

*

John Donne was right after all;
the body is the book.
      He is written into me, into every line
and recess, scored into hair skin bone,
etched on the pattern of the cell, carved
on the door of the heart. My fingertips
are branded with his name. He reads me
as a blind man does, with fingers and tongue;
his hands delve into the deepdown places,
the spaces between the ribs, melting the secret
emptinesses with the sweet solvency of touch.
He finds me in the chaos of myself,
and draws me into being.
      And I am learning him, learning
the journey of him, the journey of the
cobbled spine and the contours of muscle,
of tongue and lips and teeth, of the old scars and
the steel-toed heart. His warmth winds around me
and his voice binds me with a whispered word.
I trace his veins to their fire source and
dissolve into them, and find the shape of him
in the heart of a flame.
      He is the poem I travel.

(…)

I want you to miss me when I’m not there -
I want you to watch after a disappearing back and wound yourself on the
sharp edges of an
      absence -
I want a sudden remembrance to flood your senses, to wake a terrible
longing under the skin, to slice
      into the heart and leave you crying out on this side of the night -
I want your arms to ache with emptinesses, your hands to clutch at forlorn
air, your ears to ring with
      silences -
I want you to search the night and trace in the pattern of stars a foetal hope,
to listen for a breath of
      voice in the haunting wind -
I want to haunt you, to lurk in the unknowing mind, to scorch your
fingertips with a remembered
warmth -
I want you to eat fire for me -
I want you to want me too.

*

Love brute and beast, rubbing against you hungrily, hesitantly, lapping at
the salt of you, wrenching at
      your mouth-sweetness.
Love a savage knowing, a shock of recognition ripped from you, more than
feeling and deeper than
      consciousness, rapped into the frame of bone.
Love a clarity of blindness, exhilarating and frightening, a mirror for a
flawed vessel, an act of faith,
      forcing you to your knees.
Love an invisible circle binding you, anchoring your flight, building you a
homecoming.
Love a violence to shatter your peace.

*

Will you leave me here on the other side of the glass
with only a snatch of voice and the faint memory
of a fleeting touch to keep me?

Koh Tsin Yen

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Tue, 21 May 2013 13:37:48 -0600

orbitae: untitled by Marija Strajnic on Flickr.

Tue, 21 May 2013 13:35:28 -0600

orbitae:

untitled by Marija Strajnic on Flickr.