January 2012
4 posts
What can be explained is not poetry.
– W.B. Yeats (via bodasdesangre)
October 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
3 posts
July 2011
5 posts
But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running...
– James Joyce, Dubliners, 1914
June 2011
6 posts
Embrace entropy. One absolute truth about the universe is that things fall...
– In Praise of Bohemia by Robert Wringham
May 2011
6 posts
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April 2011
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March 2011
6 posts
Poetry for the Underground
Loving the rituals that keep men close, Nature created means for friends apart: pen, paper, ink, the alphabet, signs for the distant and disconsolate heart. Palladas (4th century AD) translated by Tony Harrison
February 2011
6 posts
The happiness of London is not to be conceived but by those who have been in it....
Why books do not prepare us for real love. →
January 2011
2 posts
I hitchhiked out of the desert. My friend Terrence happened to be on the road with his partner, Meredith, and their new baby. They picked me up, and we drove until we stopped.I looked up and thought I saw some letters and a small bit of night sky scraped out in a circle shape. I tilted my head to the side, and saw clearly: “London”. Imprinted in the circle was a silhouette of the London Eye, with...
November 2010
4 posts