November 2011
Anonymous asked: Thank you very much Anca!!!
crashingly beautiful: starting a poem →
crashinglybeautiful:
You are alone. Then there’s a knock On the door. It’s a word. You Bring it in. Things go OK for a while. But this word Has relatives. Soon They turn up. None of them work. They sleep on the floor, and they steal Your tennis shoes. You started it; you weren’t Content to leave things alone. Now…
“Real poetry is a party, a wild party, a party where anything might happen. A...”
– Dorothea Lasky, from Poetry is Not a Project (via mythologyofblue)
Rumi: Out Beyond Ideas
workman:
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense. Rumi (Sufi Mystic 1207-1273 A.D.) translation by Coleman Barks
Via: ymutate:
