I look and look / As though I could be saved simply by looking– Anthony Hecht’s brilliant “The Venetian Vespers” = OH MY GOD CREAMING SELF.
This story is a Bridget Pegeen Kelly-esque poem... →
The light comes in the name of the voice.– A sentence that stops itself, via Anne Carson. (via christolf) Brilliant - Old red-shoes has a mind like a cold Canadian wind off the moor.
There is a growing understanding that we [gay men] created a culture than in...– from Larry Kramer’s 1997 New York Times editorial. Kramer is playwright of “The Normal Heart” – which is being performed, this weekend, by the NU lgbt theatre group Spectrum. Got everyone drunk last night and made them come with me, had to leave at intermission lest we vomit and die. Gay shame...
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humans don’t match each other. so why match your clothes?– Andrea on my mittens
"When I go alone at night," Rabindranath Tagore
[courtesy of my mother, who sent this with the comment: “I love Indian voices! Maybe I was Indian in another life! I hope I wasn’t poor…..”] When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, thehouses on both sides of the street stand silent.It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed. When I sit on my balcony and...
Eating candy in an apartment where all the lightbulbs are slowly dying. Also, very exciting: that gold dress was SO VERY ON SALE and now IT. IS. MINE. This is relevant to no one but me, but guys, I am going to be so incredibly shiny.
This poem is a little incestuous. Well, not really, because it’s about...– And so began the worst love poem in the history of time. Chris and I suffered through a reading chock-full of metaphors mixed and mixed-up like upchuck … but Frank Bidart gave a great reading, and so he & Chris are my best valentines ever, the end.
Remember that you are all people and all people are you.– Repeating to self after yet another head-banging-against-wall Gender & Society discussion section. I am going to give myself a brain tumor if I don’t embrace the universe soon.
I want to take this class !! →
Mayakovsky - Frank O'Hara
(courtesy of Erin) 1 My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once and kiss me on the face his coarse hair brush my temple, it’s throbbing! then I can put on my clothes I guess, and walk the streets. 2 I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist. Words! be sick as I...
…I scarcely remember counting upon any Happiness - I look not for it if it...– from Keats’ letters. I marvel at his present-oriented-ness, and the fact that he wrote his best work at my age … but then remember, he was often ill, and knew he would die soon. Can we have that motivation without the threat of death? Too bad it’s not the fashion anymore to get...
Oh, right - because it’s a big, big world.– 2nd grader Arianna, at the school where I read with kids, after learning that thunderstorms can drop thousands of gallons of water.
Sittin’ on the dock of a bay / Wonderin’ if I’m bi or...– Courtesy of David. Suddenly applicable to everyone I’ve ever met.