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  1. [Long must you suffer]

    Long you must suffer, not knowing what,
    until suddenly, from a piece of fruit hatefully bitten,
    the taste of the suffering enters you
    And then you already almost love what you’ve savored. No one
    will talk it out of you again.

        -Rilke

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  3. likeafieldmouse:

    Antony - The Cut (2013)

    (via derekrigby)

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  5. Requiem for a Friend

        Are you still here? In which corner are you?—
    You who knew so much about all these things,
    and were so able, as you proceeded through life,
    open to everything, like a dawning day.
    Women suffer: to love means being alone,
    and artists sometimes intuit in their work
    that when they love, they must transform.
    You began both tasks, we see it in all that
    which fame now distorts and takes from you.
    Ah, you were far beyond any fame. You were
    inconspicuous and quietly gathered
    your beauty into yourself as one takes in
    a flag on a gray workday morning
    and wanted nothing but a long-term work—
    which remains undone: ever undone

       If you’re still nearby, if somewhere in this
    there’s a place where your spirit
    resonates with the shallow sound waves
    a solitary voice can stir at night
    in the currents of a high-ceilinged room
    Then hear me: Help me. You see, we slip back,
    without knowing it, from our advance,
    into something we didn’t intend, where
    we can become caught up, as in a dream,
    and where we could die without waking

    No one went further. It can happen to any of us
    who raise our blood to an extended work,
    that we can’t hold it at that level,
    and it falls of its own weight, worthless.
    For somewhere an old enmity exists
    between our life and the great works we do
    so that I may have insight into it and say it: help me.
        Don’t come back. If you can hear it, stay
    dead among the dead. The dead have their tasks
    Then help me in a way that won’t distract you,
    as what is farthest sometimes helps me: within me

         -Rilke

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  7. Nana, in our hearts forever Nana, in our hearts forever
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    Nana, in our hearts forever

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  9. High Resolution
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  11. Apparently Apparently
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    Apparently

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  13. Point Breeze dawn Point Breeze dawn
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    Point Breeze dawn

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  15. foxadhd:

Ball Cup

Kirby Allen

    foxadhd:

    Ball Cup

    Kirby Allen

    (Source: foxadhd.com)

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  17. Potato Face

    Extreme humidity brings
    to bear what we call
    “Potato face”
    Features shrink into
    the starch of the skin
    Head swells,
    spotted & lumpy
    Back of the neck
    sprouts tendrils
    Sidewalk smokes
    like an oily pan
    You cannot read
    my potato face
    O wait you totally can
    It says Help I’m frying

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  19. Mmmlady, who tastes with the tongue of finest discernment, get thee to the fat-wheeled vessel of Spring Garden! Mmmlady, lift the white door and break with glad hands the transparent sheath wrapping this delicacy, rarer than star showers, finer than moon wisps. Savor this marvelous new taste. Let it dance on your palate, let it sing of old Jersey made new, breath of wine & belly of fire. Mmmlady, who tastes with the tongue of finest discernment, get thee to the fat-wheeled vessel of Spring Garden! Mmmlady, lift the white door and break with glad hands the transparent sheath wrapping this delicacy, rarer than star showers, finer than moon wisps. Savor this marvelous new taste. Let it dance on your palate, let it sing of old Jersey made new, breath of wine & belly of fire.
    High Resolution

    Mmmlady, who tastes with the tongue of finest discernment, get thee to the fat-wheeled vessel of Spring Garden! Mmmlady, lift the white door and break with glad hands the transparent sheath wrapping this delicacy, rarer than star showers, finer than moon wisps. Savor this marvelous new taste. Let it dance on your palate, let it sing of old Jersey made new, breath of wine & belly of fire.

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