birthday cake. |
just so everyone knows, october 18th was my birthday and i spent the whole day crying. but i did manage to stop crying long enough to eat a piece of cake. please give me your sympathy, and more cake....
Posted by o, holy fools! on Wed, 19 Oct 2005 09:36:00 PST |
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Mark Strand --
In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 09:20:00 PST |
I am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms |
charles bukowski --
trapped in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street- lamps. I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear -- bearded and hungover and a hard-on and...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 07:26:00 PST |
Allow the body/ in the night its poetry. |
Eve J. H. Zibart --
CURSE
The piano man comes to tunemy nerveswhich are the dreams of my skeleton.Sing, he says,and I keep my own timecaged up in my ribs.He laces up my bones with arteries.They a...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 08:50:00 PST |
????? ???, ?? ? ???? ? ?????. |
Dying is nothing new in this life,But living, of course, isn't any newer.
- Sergei Yesenin
Posted by o, holy fools! on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 03:33:00 PST |
Nobody knows/ I eat the flesh/ of women at night. |
Last Meeting
The day begins with a fogthat will not unroll.The sky seems to breathewith rain, and everywhere we sitbleeds to the touch.
The humidity is soft as thighs.What we have not yet said will no...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 08:02:00 PST |
The shapes a bright container can contain! |
The Geranium
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,She looked so limp and bedraggled,So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,Or a wizened aster in late September,I brought her back in agai...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 03:29:00 PST |
what i love... |
What I love about language
is what I love about fog:
what comes between us and things
grants them their shine. Take,
for instance, this estuary,
raised to a higher power
by airy sun-struck voil...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:50:00 PST |
we wait for the roses that |
- d.a. levy
Posted by o, holy fools! on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 08:14:00 PST |
<yes> |
e.e. cummings
[i like my body when it is with your]
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i li...
Posted by o, holy fools! on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 07:43:00 PST |
