Ilia Tz.
I was born the moment I fell in love with the world.
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Photoset reblogged from frustrated
- “and even as our bones grow old and later turn to ash, the love between our souls is ageless and forever”
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Photo reblogged from frustrated
Rita Dove, “Primer for the Nuclear Age”, Collected Poems 1974-2004
[Text ID: “Any fear, any / memory will do; and if you’ve . got a heart at all, someday / it will kill you”]
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Adonis, tr. by Samuel Hazo, from “The Funeral of New York”, The Pages of Day and Night
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Post reblogged from Book of Longing
The Last Letter, for lianne
by an anonymous Canadian poetin your last letter you ask
“how are you?”
i still stubbornly smoke my pipe
though it’s suicidal in my condition
i’ve grown a moustache and full beard
wear glasses now
and no longer comb my hair funny
but part it letting it fall sideways
knowing there’s nothing left to hidesometimes i’m still cruel
to those who love me the most
even though i’ve grown more gentle
i can still bring the toughest woman to her knees
beyond the tears where she lives
and i am not proud of this sickness
“nothing hurts more than a kind man
who’s turned cruel”
said my new love one evening
seated in a dark alcove
where she wept
while the rain fell on a distant streetsometimes a small animal
still leaves its hutch in my brain
to burrow on the lower edge of my ribcage
four years after you
i learned to say
“i love you…” to another woman
but the constellations do not dance when i speak -
Photo reblogged from φαντασμαγόρι
“It’s a lie. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and… all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful ‘cause that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone… But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so… the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.” - Closer (2004)
