April 2010
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“Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick...”
– Tennessee Williams (via takeoffyoursunglasses)
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kitchenette building | Gwendolyn Brooks
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong Like “rent”, “feeding a wife”, “satisfying a man”. But could a dream sent up through onion fumes Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall, Flutter, or sing an aria down these...
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“Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, “nostalgia”...”
– Don Draper, Mad Man (via gunnmetalgrey)
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[the heavenly noise of domesticity murmurs in the...
a song of the last supper All love is dead, infected With plague of deep disdain—Sir Phillip Sidney the heavenly noise of domesticity murmurs in the kitchen: clink plates are cleared and stacked on the sideboard. desserts shimmer taking coffee black: antidote to the drowse of too much wine use it up wear it out: ain’t nothing left in this old world I care about a damasked...
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