Thursday, February 16, 2012

rain

Payne Road
Block Island
August 2011

here i have 2 hands & they are vanishing

Here, when I say I never want to be without you,
somewhere else I am saying
I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet,

in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying
and resurrected.
When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever. 

- from Bob Hicok's Other Lives & Dimensions & Finally a Love Poem (thanks Sammy!)

Image: Hedi Slimane

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

life aquatic

Supposedly Cousteau and his cronies invented the idea of putting walkie-talkies into the helmet. But we made ours with a special rabbit ear on the top so we could pipe in some music.

heart

via teaching literacy

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

dialogue

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.  Fail her.
- Rosemarie Urquico

Sunday, February 12, 2012

forgetting is so long

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
- Poema 20 (excerpt) by Pablo Neruda
 
both photo & poem via SOUL(MA)TES
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