the white space
or after a question,
a pause. Nothing
a leaf hatching
from its green shell,
across a windshield,
an open door
I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you ‘have something to say.’ I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The ‘unsayable’ thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.
Rebecca Lindenberg (via clemonte)
how do i even get followers all i do is hit the reblog button and talk to myself
I am just going to admit it, badmoonraisin - it was your post on how to write “can I touch your butt” in hieroglyphs.
Uggh one of the major downsides to sleep deprivation is that you sometimes fall asleep accidentally when you sit down for a bit aka with your bra on and then wake up (obviously in an already uncomfortable position) feeling like a boa constrictor is hugging you a little too tightly.