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2012
Reblogged from englishistheartofbullshit :
"The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.
Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day
I would be grounded, rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away
to where the darkness lives.
The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.
Said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.
I handed her the twenty. She said, “Stop worrying, darling.
You will find a good man soon.”
The first psycho therapist told me to spend
three hours each day sitting in a dark closet
with my eyes closed and ears plugged.
I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking
about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.
The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.
Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happiness
when they care more about what they give
than what they get.
The pharmacist said, “Lexapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.”
The doctor said an anti-psychotic might help me
forget what the trauma said.
The trauma said, “Don’t write these poems.
Nobody wants to hear you cry
about the grief inside your bones.”
But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi jumped
from the George Washington Bridge
into the Hudson River convinced
he was entirely alone.”
My bones said, “Write the poems."
13
2012
Reblogged from bookshelfporn :
Book Bed
Photographer Yusuke Suzuki created a book bed that folds up during the day which then unfolds into an over-sized book at night.
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2012
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2012
The year of the Dragon nears. I have spent the past few days trying to find the necessary symbols to guard and protect what I hold dear; to ward off and keep misfortune at bay; to open up the paths to all the good that this year will bring.
Feng means wind and shui means water. I was born in the year of the rooster. If what I’ve read is true, this will be a really good year for me.
In the center of my home I’ve placed an ammonite, a lovely golden citrine, and a small selenite for prosperity and abundance. My West corner is decorated with the rest of my crystal collection to welcome the 8 White Zuo Fu star. The rest of the sectors have been cleaned, and arranged according to this year’s flying star chart.
The last items I placed: lovely tinkling wind chimes right above the Southeast door, Rose quartz to the East. Double happiness.
4
2012
Reblogged from life :
life:
Cats Blackie (black) and Brownie (front) catch squirts of milk during at Arch Badertscher’s dairy farm in this 1954 Nan Farber photo.
“This picture just makes me smile. Great photographs do not need to be serious, they just need to evoke emotion.” — Liz Ronk, Photo Editor, LIFE.com
Ever wonder what the favorite photographs are of the LIFE editors? Here you go.
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2011
Burning the Old Year
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye
(Source: poetryfoundation.org)
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Reblogged from betterbooktitles :
George R.R. Martin: A Game of Thrones
Reader Submission: Title and Redesign by Lauren Dee.
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