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hummuslove: IMG_7041 (by sleepy time gal) hey gurl, i just...

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 22:32:06 -0400

hummuslove:

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hey gurl, i just want more humus all the time

williamchavez: I Never Learnt To Share - James Blake

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 22:25:15 -0400

williamchavez:

I Never Learnt To Share - James Blake

deerlyawake: derradiokopf: yay it’s here it’s here Window,...

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 04:48:06 -0500

deerlyawake:

derradiokopf:

yay it’s here it’s here

Window, by Forough Farrokhzad

One window is sufficient
One window for beholding
One window for hearing
One window
resembling a well’s ring
reaching the earth at the finiteness of its heart
and opening towards the expanse of this repetitive blue kindness
one window filing the small hands of loneliness
with nocturnal benevolence
of the fragrance of wondrous stars
and thereof,
one can summon the sun
to the alienation of geraniums.

One window will suffice me.

I come from the homeland of dolls
from beneath the shades of paper-trees
in the garden of a picture book
from the dry seasons of impotent experiences in friendship and love
in the soil-covered alleys of innocence
from the years of growing pale alphabet letters
behind the desks of the tuberculous school
from the minute that children could write “stone”
on the blackboard
and the frenzied starlings would fly away
from the ancient tree.

I come from the midst of carnivorous plant roots
and my brain is still overflowed
by a butterfly’s terrifying shriek
crucified with pins
onto a notebook.

When my trust was suspended from the fragile thread of justice
and in the whole city
they were chopping up my heart’s lanterns
when they would blindfold me
with the dark handkerchief of Law
and from my anxios temples of desire
fountains of blood would squirt out
when my life had become nothing
nothing
but the tic-tac of a clock,
I discovered
I must
must
must love,
insanely.

One window will suffice me
one window to the moment of awareness
observance
and silence.
now,
the walnut sapling
has grown so tall that it can interpret the wall
by its youthful leaves.

Ask the mirror
the redeemer’s name.
Isn’t the shivering earth beneath your feet lonelier than you?
the prophets brought the mission of destruction to our century
aren’t these consecutive explosions
and poisonous clouds
the reverberation of the sacred verses?
You,
comrad,
brother,
confidant,
when your reach the moon
write the history of flower massacres.

Dreams always plunge down from their naive height
and die.
I smell the four-petal clover
which has grown on the tomb of archaic meanings.

Wasn’t the woman
buried in the shroud of anticipation and innocence,
my youth?

Will I step up the stairs of curiosity
to greet the good God who strolls on the rooftop?

I feel that “time” has passed
I feel that “moment” is my share of history’s pages
I feel that “desk” is a feigned distance
between my tresses
and the hands of this sad stranger.

Talk to me
What else would the one offering the kindness of a live flesh want from
you?
but the understanding of the sensation of existence.

Talk to me
I am in the window’s refuge
I have a relationship with the Sun.

Translated by: Leila Farjami (source)

jesuisperdu: A Magazine, curated by yohji yamamoto

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 04:42:33 -0500

jesuisperdu:

A Magazine, curated by yohji yamamoto

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somebody remind me where i am, that’s right i’m at...

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:03:02 -0400

somebody remind me where i am, that’s right i’m at home, yeah, i’m right where i belong… you say you feeling faded, yeah me too.

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Tue, 24 Aug 2010 00:58:03 -0400

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inothernews: ORANGE WE GLAD Just 12 hours old, a baby gibbon...

Mon, 09 Aug 2010 02:18:17 -0400

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ORANGE WE GLAD Just 12 hours old, a baby gibbon has his parents’ full attention at the Columbus Zoo in Columbus, Ohio. (Photo: Xen Riggs via National Geographic)

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sealegslegssea: sosayssophie: (by Mary Robinson)

Mon, 09 Aug 2010 01:59:49 -0400

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lickystickypickyme: littleorphanammo I think this is the best...

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:47:56 -0400

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littleorphanammo I think this is the best thing to do today.
Happy Birthday !

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Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:47:54 -0400

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ireadintothings: Telling you that I love you would make me feel like a kindergartener presenting...

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:42:44 -0400

ireadintothings:

Telling you that I love you would make me feel like a kindergartener presenting her crayon drawing masterpiece to the world. “That’s great” the world would say, “but it’s useless.”

davidkendall: (via okay-me-too) Honoring your elders…. there...

Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:42:14 -0400

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Honoring your elders….

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