November 2010
12 posts
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Sick Women
Dreaming of long-legged dancing in light
No, our mother Eve: slung on a shoulder
Lugged off to hell.
Where’s hell then?
In the moon.
In the change of the moon:
In a bark shack
Crouched from the sun, five days,
Blood dripping through crusted thighs.
“I would love to see you in the moonlight with your head thrown back and your body on fire.”
—(via rootsofpassion)
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.”
— Henry David Thoreau (via raptureandmelancholy)
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“You may wonder, ‘How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?’ The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the ‘same old thing.’ What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river.”
—Stephen Foster
