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acehotel

1993 guerrilla marquee by Jenny Holzer who fought the good fight on 42nd street ‘fore they tore it down.

Hiroo Isono

Hirō Isono (Japanese 1945-2013), Acrylic on canvas

holdoncallfailed

richard hell's apartment (via)

primulaceas

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

amnesiaguy

The Long and Short of It, Richard Siken

leonor777

Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me. (Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg)

lunchboxpoems

sunrisetune

'Light Ghazal', by Hala Alyan

I’m terrible at parties, secrets, and money. I want my stars sexy: fast light that’s prophetic. No nonsense about physics, refraction, past light.

Even in Barcelona, I can’t turn a bike. I let you change my mind: free will and wet hair. One night, I let you pour white wine. I drink its aghast light.

Happy now? We’re both like this—full of risk and nowhere to put it. We sidle up to strangers with dry cigarettes and ask, Light?

I want small churches and noisy continents. I want you. I want you better. I want you moved by what moves me: God, glass, light.

You like the line about men bored with beautiful women, as though boredom’s the prize, as though those peonies weren’t a gaslight.

It’s O.K. I play dumb. I count codes under my breath. I circle you like a devoted planet. I see the whiskey bottle. I forecast light.

I’m a better gambler than wife: the house fills with music and your singing. Dear enabler. Dear truce. I know you see the moon’s steadfast light.

I know you remember Madrid, Istanbul, pinecones, that trip to Iceland. How every midnight had a sun. How we clung to its last light.

cor-ardens-archive

Marie Howe, from ‘The Copper Beach’, What the Living Do

gingerteaonthetardis

[text id: One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell / darkening the sidewalk. / Sitting close to the center, not very high in the / branches, / I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was happy / watching it happen without it happening to me. /end ID]