February 2012
113 posts
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Maybe
Pull my hair hard. Back. Away from you and your prying fingers. Rest on my throat, on my jawline, on my ear lobe. Want to be intimidated every time I look at you and still know that you’ll want to know what my favorite color M&M is when we’re through.
Like the distance of a computer screen because I can’t get at you. Hard to stop thinking about what I’d do to you....
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The Submarines, “1940”
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Quest for Omelets
I set out
on a quest
for omelets
in the flurry
of afternoon sun
with six-armed
stars on my eye
lids. You. Would
you peel
them off as they
melted? Yes,
infinitively.
Grandiose gesture
of bowing my
gratitude.
I kick a
branch from the
road and,
what would it be
like to hold me
like a car does?
-Arky
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“…fishhooks scraping the bottom of the world.”
– Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red.
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“Let’s drink buckets
of coffee. Let’s
imagine ourselves
all fired...”
– Eileen Myles, “Keats & I”
From Not Me.
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“I hate to think
I ever functioned
as a lane
for someone else’s desire.”
– Eileen Myles, “Ponder”
From Not Me.
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“Come here
and share the rain
with me. You.
Isn’t it wonderful to hear...”
– Eileen Myles, “And Then the Weather Arrives”
From Not Me.
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“Parts
of your
body I think
of as stripes
which I have
learned to
love...”
– Eileen Myles, “Peanut Butter”
From Not Me.
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“I love your
life. You must
have taken
a bath. But
I must stay
in my life...”
– Eileen Myles, “Everything’s House”
From Not Me.
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““I opened
my heart to
you and now
I feel like
an open wound.
I put my...”
– Eileen Myles, “At Last”
From Not Me.
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“Am I alone tonight?
I don’t think so. Am I
the only one with bleeding...”
– Eileen Myles, “An American Poem”
From Not Me.
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“At that instant we looked into each other’s eyes and there was a kind of...”
– Allen Ginsberg on meeting Peter Orlovsky (via woodysblues)
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Platonic Ideal →
fuckmedapperqueer:
The life-altering, mind-blowing, completely platonic love of Amos Mac & Rocco Kayiatos.
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“Femme is defiance. Femme ignores the male gaze & tells patriarchy to fuck...”
– BOSSY FEMME (via limpwristsraisedfists)
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utifThe biggest photo of the night sky ever taken. →
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“I chose to stay present,
to unlearn how to unlove,
to love,
and to practice...”
– Buddy Wakefield (via loverofstories)
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Stubby
Want “Hey Stubby” smacking in my ears with my face stinging from your fingers curled calmly around my neck. Push me down, back, have to look up at you. Cuff me. Keep me down.
Smoke your cigarette just out of my line of sight. Exhale deep. I can hear you. Come in my head. Invade my thoughts. Plant what you want from me while I whine and twist to see you hold fire between your...
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How do astronauts eat in space? →
For my play.
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“Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than...”
– Barbara Marciniak (via nirvikalpa)
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“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via theprospectofvanishingforever)
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“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her...”
– Harvey Milk (via thatkindofwoman)
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“this is what/I love her
think of it
as silver guppies
in my stomach muscles”
– Judy Grahn
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“Masculine of center (MOC) is a term, coined by B. Cole of the Brown Boi Project,...”
– About | BUTCH Voices (via genderqueer)
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EVERYTHING WE PERCEIVE IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCTION.
fuckmedapperqueer:
The end.
Especially “queer.”
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“If the rocking chair’s arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they...”
– Jane Cooper, “Rent”
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Door Frame
Slam my hand hard on the wall next to your head. Lean in, knees locked, body angled, off-balance with false authority (as always).
You strike, one hand pushing breath from my chest, clammy grip on my upper arm. Twist me. Throw me; back me up into door rattling in its frame. Thrust teeth in my neck.
I’m fish hooked, yours.
Trace my neck. Pull my ribs and sink me to the floor. Hold me down....
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“I’m not a girl
I’m a hatchet
I’m not a hole
I’m a...”
– Judy Grahn, Edward the Dyke and Other Poems
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Poetry via Ouija →
An article by Langdon Hammer on James Merrill’s use of an Ouija board to write poetry.
