October 2011
40 posts
“do what you love. fuck the rest.
- Little Miss Sunshine”
Wild Geese
Wild Geese
a poem by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over...
“Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, and don’t put up with people that...”
Take Back the Night →
fury
“fury”
by Lucille Clifton
for mama
remember this.
she is standing by
the furnace.
the coals
glisten like rubies.
her hand is crying.
her hand is clutching
a sheaf of papers.
poems.
she gives them up.
they burn
jewels into jewels.
her eyes are animals.
each hank of her hair
is a serpent’s obedient
wife.
she will never recover.
remember. there is nothing
...
That the Protagonist is Always a Man
That the Protagonist Is Always a Man
by Alix Olson
That Cheney’s daughter campaigns for Bush’s son. That Bush’s son wins a presidency that hates her.
The way Condoleeza Rice called her boss, her husband. That it was an easy slip.
That the 1960s beatniks are the revolutionary poets. That seventh-century-BC Sappho is that lesbian poet.
How the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame describes Joan Baez as...
