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tra-ff-ic: This is the original Howl with Ginsberg’s notes on it. View high resolution

tra-ff-ic:

This is the original Howl with Ginsberg’s notes on it.

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Raw With Love by Bukowski

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

asbuddhasmiles: Song for this softly-sweeping sorrow… 11.2.1971

asbuddhasmiles:

Song for this softly-sweeping sorrow…

11.2.1971

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Bright Star, the original manuscript View high resolution

Bright Star, the original manuscript

“

i haven’t written a poem in so long
i may have forgotten how
unless writing a poem
is like riding a bike
or swimming upstream
or loving you
it may be a habit that once acquired
is never lost
but you say i’m foolish
of course you love me
but being loved of course
is not the same as being loved because
or being loved despite
or being loved

if you love me why
do i feel so lonely
and why do i always wake up alone
and why am i practicing
not having you to love
i never loved you that way

if being loved by you is accepting always
getting the worst
taking the least
hearing the excuse
and never being called when you say you will
then it’s a habit
like smoking cigarettes
or brushing my teeth when i awake
something i could just as well do

most habits occur
because of laziness
we overdrink
because our friends do
we overeat
because our parents think
we need more flesh
on the bones
and perhaps my worst habit
is overloving
and like most who live
to excess
i will be broken
in two
by my unwillingness
to control my feelings

but i sit writing
a poem
about my habits
which while it’s not
a great poem
is mine
and some habits
like smiling at children
or giving a seat to an old person
should stay
if for no other reason
than their civilizing
influence

which is the ultimate
habit
i need
to acquire

Habits, Nikki Giovanni (via grammatolatry)
(Reblogged from grammatolatry)
“
Maybe I’m a ‘sick part of a
sick thing’
         maybe something
       has caught up with me
certainly there is a
mist between us
          I can barely
see you
       but your hands
are two animals that push the
mist aside and touch me.

Denise Levertov - Love Poem

  (via grammatolatry)

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“
what will happen
now? she asks.
now, i say,
now,
the dishes will pile
up in the sink
and there will
be only one
pair of shoes
at the door.
“Moss.” - William Thomas Moore (via megalita)

(Source: rosiee)

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