“A society manufactures the heroes it requires.”
― Colson Whitehead,
Zone One

Cumulus Consonance Study 1 by Scott Naismith

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dream house


Living in and out of the past,
so many things have died
in me.

In and out like a tide,
each tear
holds a tiny hologram.
Even this early
I am full of years.

Here are the little gravestones
where memory
stands in the wild grass,
watching the future
arrive in a line of big black cars.

All days
lost days, in and out of themselves
between dreaming
and dreaming again and half-

Carol Ann Duffy, All Days Lost Days,” from New Selected Poems 1984-2004 (Picador 2004) (via be-i-ng)

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Still tired. More tired. Tireder, tiredest, tired ad nauseam, tired infinitum.

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Mr. Berg Waves to the Sky

He raised his hand above his head.
His hair was a surface of gray,
his hand a semaphore.
No one to answer, to call.
His hand raised, and he wasn’t sure.
The symmetry of his body broken,
one arm up, one arm down.
His name was still Berg.
His hand had spoken,
nevertheless, above him.

Lavina Blossom. Art: Unknown, Sunset Sky.

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Ana Teresa Barboza

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Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

 William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

this, on every last train ride into work

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