Monday, September 02, 2024

( the cosmic cup via allison david in dallas filth / via )

"When he was really down and out Ricardo and his family lived in the basement of our bookstore, Paperbacks Plus."

"Good morning from Marcus Aurelius:

'Imagine everyone who feels hurt or dissatisfied is a pig kicking and squealing while being sacrificed on an altar. Anyone who lies in bed lamenting, mentally, his various entanglements is also a squealing pig.' " (10.28)

--@poochigian

Symmetrical moon in a symmetrical rain.

"The Tryst

In the early evening rain
I leave the vault
and walk into the city

of lamentations, and stand.
I think it is September, September.

Where are you, Josephine?
It is one minute until you must appear,
draped in a grass-green serape,

shorter than most people,
more beautiful, baleful…

pressing a hand to my forehead,
slipping into my famished pocket
the elixir, the silver needle."

--James Tate via @CarolineBirdUK

Experimentation with One-Word Haiku. (via @ericcoliu)

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