February 2012
You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don’t even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with...
“There is this German word, Lohmaunsheit, which describes a certain ambivalent...”
– Karolina Elyse Watson, Everything
You're, Sylvia Plath
Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day, O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail. Farther off than Australia. Bent-backed Atlas, our...
“The body is the inscribed surface of events (traced by language and dissolved by...”
– M. Foucault - Nietzsche, Genealogy, History
Shake it Out, Acoustic - Florence and the Machine
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