creative thought @aboutlit

So far very much enjoying the adaptation of #GoodOmens, one of my favorite books since the 90s. Acting is top-notch. And the voice of Frances McDormand as the voice of God is the cherry on the sundae

This is the animal of us. we had a wildness that was unforgiving in certain phases of the moon. now we are robed in a night without stars. even in our own habitat we are lost. where is the heartbeat of our lost body - it sounds so far away. #vss365 #poetry

#mondaythoughts

Chelsea Hanson @ChelseaHanson

7 years ago

A letter always seemed to me like Immortality. – Emily Dickinson

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I wish the days of your body in my house existed in a frame like the Chagall painting of a kiss beside my bed but time holds things loosely the imprint of you is like tender tracks of seabirds soon tides will take them & everything will be as it had been #vss365 #poetry

won't you take this body made of deep ocean loneliness & won't you take these cryptic sighs & starry eyed bones hot with lifelong innocence & won't you take this trampled mind & battered past & keep them safe they don't want you to leave them unsheltered #vss365 #poetry

I want everything i want a good relationship with the winds I want awe to be agape at all the spices of this life the sudden orange of the bird's breast & the reds when just a minute ago I thought of the shape of your lips that I have not kissed yet #vss365 #poetry

What we know spring summer fall winter 365 spins per one revolution moon moon moon moon but the untamable #questions why live to die & is it end or passageway & how, amidst shameless cruelty, are we defiant and sun-filled enough to go on loving #vss365 #poetry #amwriting

Another poem from WS Merwin. Rest in peace dear poet #WSMerwin #poetry

Kim French @wordandmovement

7 years ago

ancient curlew not recorded flying at night into the age of night sail sailing in the dark so the tone of it still crosses the years through death after death and the burnings the departures the absences carrying its own song inside it of bright water W.S. Merwin The Wild

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One of my favorite poets has passed on today. Traveler's blessings to you, WS Merwin #WSMerwin #poetry

When I spoke of what I #crave did I say hands on stomachs? I meant hands sliding down stomachs hands with destination Circling around hips and just circling Mouths I said Mouths and dandelion wine until dawn #poetry #poetrycommunity #amwriting #vss365

deep in the #pocket of existence maybe we could see what we are together maybe we're not what we think maybe we're everything & nothing maybe we're gravity -- endless attraction that only long swaths of tumbling numbers & equations could ever describe #poetry #vss365

George at HMV Studios in Mumbai, January 1968 • Harrison's decision to "travel to the source" and professionally record non-Western music was "unprecedented for a pop musician"

Today is the 50th anniversary of The Beatles’ final public performance. After wild discussions, deliberating on where they should play, the band surprised passersby when they appeared on the rooftop of their Savile Row offices and played a 42-minute set. gnikn.us/DontLetMeDown

“I think The Beatles’ music did open a lot of doors for people who might otherwise have got trampled by society.” - Paul ➿ #TheBeatles

Beat Heaven: Happy 97th birthday Jack Kerouac “My witness is the empty sky.” #BeatGen #BeatGeneration

#TuesdayThoughts #amwriting

Béa Gonzalez (sophiacycles) @SophiaCycles

7 years ago

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.~The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy

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#TuesdayThoughts #amwriting

Béa Gonzalez (sophiacycles) @SophiaCycles

7 years ago

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.~ Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

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I was unsure of his #approach at first, but I felt his breathing redistribute all the molecules in the room. Without looking I knew the crooked line of his lean. I could feel his eyes making intricate nests in the curves of my spine. #poetry #vss365 #amwriting

#Kerouac #amreading

Beatgrrrl @Beatgrrrl

7 years ago

Beat Heaven: Happy 97th birthday Jack Kerouac “My witness is the empty sky.” #BeatGen #BeatGeneration

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Sometimes to mine own self be true means deleting a poem because I realize I want to revise it, but other times it means leaving up poems that are gathering crickets #amwriting #poetry #poetrycommunity