love
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“So gentle and so virtuous she appears” Dante Alighieri
“Tanto gentile e tanto onesta pare” Tanto gentile e tanto onesta pare La donna mia quand’ella altrui saluta Ch’ogne lingua deven tremando muta, E li occhi no l’ardiscon di guardare. Ella si va, sentendosi laudare, Benignamente d’umiltà vestuta; E par che sia una cosa venuta Da cielo in terra a miracol mostrare. Mostrasi sì piacente a chi…
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“my evil is removed/my sin is forgiven”
A pencil marked Post-it found in a lobby in Edison, N.J. “one of the Seraphs eg [angel] flew towards me in his hands was a hot coal he had taken from the [altar] with tongs. He touched my mouth with it & said Look this coal has touched your lips your evil is removed my…
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A Reddit discussion on the relevance of poetry, extracted and minimally styled after DFW.
X. Oh my god, everyone. <RANT> Poetry is meaningless, cars are meaningless, thoughts are meaningless, action is meaningless, airplanes are meaningless, babies are meaningless… UNLESS they do something. That has broad implications, but this is a fact. Cliche. Cliche. Cliche. Everyone’s always arguing about the death/rebirth of poetry. Poetry hasn’t mattered on a conventional scale…
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“Orpheus in Athens” by Jack Spicer
The boy had never seen an honest man. He looked among us every night he said. He eyed each stranger like Diogenes And took him with his lantern into bed. He’d probe the stranger’s body with that light Search every corner of his flesh and bone But truth was never there. He’d spend the night…
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wikipedia poem, no. 8
above their offspring they are usually solitary male sun bears occur in standing sites consist mainly of fallen hollow logs some are usually solitary male sun bears occur in standing sites consist mainly of fallen hollow logs but some are usually solitary male sun bears occur in standing sites consist mainly of fallen logs but…
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[You’re a fucking p]
You’re a fucking p lum of the self ish—I can see down your shirt. Moss predawn across liquid eye lid intimates illness and promise and premise—I can see up your nose. How many YouTube views until you cross over? Have you ever cared about your first love? Statistically speaking: You’ll be dead soon.
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Today’s Aphorism
It is not enough to write, you must revise;It is not enough to love, you must compromise.
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Untitled Standard Love Song, 04142014
You mention yr secret like a chipped front tooth shot across the grapefruit sky yr smile smoke trails behind And I defer … slice my name in two spray its pieces with hundreds of random numbers where they feed I feast Now you know me.
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Dinner Poem
At the earliest ending of childhoodAt 30Creamy yolk, sharp red horns Pepper-punch out from the plateHere, there about the oceanA potato, an isle of curled spinach Dash of self-sufficiency, salt, LoveAs the sun sets precisely at sixNo longer a scrawny burger washed down by coke for Wally
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