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To a stranger by Walt Whitman

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musings on June
1. anne sexton (âthe truth the dead knowâ), 2. anne sexton (âsuicide note poemâ), 3. mary oliver (âaugustâ), 4. l.m. montgomery (âanne of the islandâ), 5. morgan parker (âthe black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truthâ), 6. found poems: sylvia plath / peter k. steinberg (âpercy key among the narcissiâ) artwork by hugo grenville
âGo into the arts. Iâm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heavenâs sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.â
â Kurt Vonnegut (via lazypacific)
leaving out a very vital part of the quote
Yes
by William Stafford
It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. Thatâs why we wake and look out -- no guarantees in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.
Marie Howe, How Some of It Happened

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Banzisu aka ë°ě§ě aka Ban Zisu (South Korean, based Hongdae, Seoul, South Korea) - Late Night Bookstore, 2018, Drawings: Digital Art
The Long and Short of It, Richard Siken

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Thomas Zhuang: Street Series, NYC #182, 2013
A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson
Mothers by Nikki Giovanni
snapshot from one of Oscarâs memorial paintings i did last year!
"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break."â â Chinese Proverb
Thereâs something between us [...]Â a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to youâ â
â â F. Scott Fitzgerald, from 'Presumption'
I am stretched like a bow with your pull.
â â Rumi, The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication; from âGive Up Yourselfâ, tr. Will Johnson and Nevit Ergin
Something of you still taut / still tugs still pulls, / a rope that trembled / hummed between us.
â â Sandra Cisneros, Loose Woman; from 'Vino Tinto'
I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to youâespecially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame.
â â Charlotte BrontĂŤ, from âJane Eyreâ
There was a silence between them, and a strange tension of hostility. They always kept a gap, a distance between them, they wanted always to be free each of the other. Yet there was a curious heart-straining towards each other.
â â D. H. Lawrence, from 'Women in Love'
I could feel the inevitable magnetic polar forces in us, and the tidal blood beat loud, Loud, roaring in my ears, slowing and rhythmic.
â â Sylvia Plath, from âThe Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plathâ â â 15th May 1952
The tides inside your heart still pull me towards you.
â â Richard Jackson, from 'After All This', published in 'Salt Hill 22'
By then I was used to silence. / Though something stretched between us / like a whisper, like a rope:
â â Margaret Atwood, Interlunar; from âOrpheus (1)â
â â what still deepens pulls us back together.
â CaitrĂona OâReilly, The Nowhere Birds; from âPossessionâ
We're connected by a thread / If we're ever far apart / I'll still feel the pull of you
â â The National, from âThe Pull of Youâ

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Agnes Pelton (American painter) 1881 - 1961
Departure, 1952
oil on canvas private collection of Mike Stoller and Corky Hale Stoller
photo New Mexico Department of Cultural Affairs Photo: Paul Salveson.
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