“We Jump Over Camels”
Lens blog, NYTimes 5.9.12
Ed Ou and James Estrin
Fairyland, May 2012
My muscles unravel
like spools of ribbon:
there is not a shadow
of pain. I will pose
like this for the rest
of the afternoon,
for the remainder
of all noons. The rain
is making a valley
of my dim features.
I am in Albania,
I am on the Rhine.
It is autumn,
I smell the rain,
I see children running
through columbine.
I am honey,
I am several winds.
My nerves dissolve,
my limbs wither—
I don’t love you.
I don’t love you.
”James Tate, Why I will Not Get Out of Bed (via grammatolatry)
I think this guy merits further research
Andrea Gibson
one day….one day let’s get a place like this, full of glass jam jars to hold all our secrets
“For myself, with no one to love, a hedgehog spirit seemed best and I hid my heart in the leaves”
— Jeanette Winterson, The Passion
For: Anna Costello, who shares my spirit animal
Also: the same person wrote Written on the Body, which I hear is excellent
earth’s picture book and see the two
of us on a road, snowfields glittering
on every side and poplars bent like
the fingers of an old man clutching
what he loved about the sun?
Which of the many who came then,
gleaming and rimed in hard sunlight?
What did we have that any god would want?
Quick, if you can find it, hide it.” Fred Marchant, Against Epiphany (via grammatolatry)
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/energy/2011/12/pictures/111213-belo-monte-dam-amazon/?source=hp_dl1_news_amazon20111215#/1-belo-monte-dam_45549_600x450.jpg
still wonder in the world
