“Ce la vie… she told me once that air is born heavy, dense with molecules (but wait you say, one of the oldest scientific arguments negates that sentence…air isn’t born. then, i implore you, i ask you to leave scientific reasoning for 5 minutes, can you?) She said it was dense with molecules rotating constantly and leaving the structure heavier after a pair of lungs inhales ( no, you said…nitrogen comes out, gosh i only asked for 5 minutes. i believed her, that was enough for me, fine… poetry it is, you won’t question that. or if you do, just stop reading now, i get arrogant around you, that’s just one more reason to love you…)
these consequential breaths of your own uncertainty weigh heavy on a woman’s layers
yours not mine friend
5 days past due, let that child breath in deep
four more days to come, hoping your breaths are one molecule less tomorrow
levity comes easy to her heart, small steps in sand at once too grainy, too hot, humid enough for only non denominational angels to skip on.
Tom Robbins would be jealous sweet one.”
R. L Polster
Serra babysat my sister Annie
Nappies in brownstone New Haven
eternities prior to a construct of dismantlement
glimmers of that brownstone and a coast of steel before me
snow stops short this year
layers of California keeping me warm until that day
When we retire, grow, age and see this occur in our monumental figures
Our rocks get reformed a little and a special little evolution can follow.
my words this close to Serra’s picture still intimidate me, but daily I see the steps I take towards painting and writing unselfconsciously, or just with enough alertness to let the ratio of guidance to lead my hand, my mind and my words.
(via korut)
LXVI
‘Tis thus with people in an open boat,
They live upon the love of life, and bear
More than can be believed, or even thought,
And stand like rocks the tempest’s wear and year;
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These quotes are so precious together…
A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything.
Friedrich Nietzsche
A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.
Friedrich Nietzsche
- Well, the telling of jokes is an art of its own, and it always rises from some emotional threat. The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthful.
If we accept all that is wrong about us – and despite it, believe that we are deserving of a happy life – then we will have thrown open an immense window that will allow love to enter. — Paulo Coelho
“If you care about something you have to protect it - if you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.” - John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
