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"It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance… I had been my whole life a bell and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck."

- Annie Dillard, from “Seeing,” in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Harper’s Magazine Press, 1974)

(Source: asthewindrises, via apoetreflects)

"It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance… I had been my whole life a bell and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck."

- Annie Dillard, from “Seeing,” in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Harper’s Magazine Press, 1974)

(Source: asthewindrises, via apoetreflects)

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of racoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.

-Jack Gilbert

They shot back and forth like apparitions

Shocking news, he said, they found a planet

made entirely of diamonds

I see a girl and an orange and it rectified her puddle rings

here, miss mahogany rioted

masterbated her pleibian ruby

she did not care for the playful numbers

I cannot knight what excites me

  

Moonface 'Love The House You're In' [Paper Bag Session 011 | Pt. 1]

Karel Fonteyne

“People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.” 
― Cormac McCarthyThe Road