Elegia Memnosyne

My head has come undone all original work unless otherwise noted :-)

[theshatteredgrey]

New Track…

[iseaanenome]

Drowning in Thirty Seconds

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http://www.pifmagazine.com/2018/06/drowning-in-thirty-seconds/

[iseaanenome]

New Growth

We touch the 

soft clay of each other

digging gentle holes into

our skin

We whisper and let 

our words  spin and drift

like pollen upon 

the spring wind

Then we wait 

we watch to see

what grows in the fertile soil

of each other’s eyes

Will it be gentle but strong, 

with roots that run deep

into our hearts?

Will we stay to see it through?

[iseaanenome]

Wild nights - Wild nights!

BY EMILY DICKINSON

Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the winds - To a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah - the Sea! Might I but moor - tonight - In thee!

[iseaanenome]

In Search of the Young Wizard  by Harry Crosby

I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together. I have gathered all the gay ribbons in the world to wind around and around and around and around and around and around again around our two waists. I have arranged with the coiffeur for your hair to be made to grow into mine and my hair to be made to grow into yours. I have persuaded (not without bribery) the world's most famous Eskimo sealing-wax maker to perform the delicate operation of sealing us together so that I am warm in your depths, but though we hunt for him all night and though we hear various reports of his existence we can never find the young wizard who is able so they say to graft the soul of a girl to the soul of her lover so that not even the sharp scissors of the Fates can ever sever them apart.

[iseaanenome]

Dreaming distant places

[iseaanenome]

What we hold in grief and in love is the same thing. (presso Cerveteri)

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But my particular soul is a fire that suffers when it is not flaming.

Albert Camus, from ‘Notebooks’  (via sensual-muse)

[iseaanenome]

the weight of a human

I.

the weight of a human

is good to hold

close, at the hip

like a vessel of water

careful, don’t spill

the heft of a hand

when held is a gift—

fingers like small ribbons

spread open, welcoming

your touch, a treasure

the breast cupped

smooth is cradled

beneath, making

the nipple bright

the sweet end of a song

II.

I carry you as far as

the ocean, which moves

to take you in—

you, her infant

swathed in waves

held better than my hands

are able—

her embrace, complete

silver and cold and

living she holds you

lifts you so that

from the beach, jealous

I believe you

have kissed

the moon.

[iseaanenome]

And your night is your shadow— a fairy-tale piece of land to make our dreams equal. I am not a traveler or a dweller in your lilac night,

Your Night Is of Lilac BY MAHMOUD DARWISH

[polaroidsandthoughts]

“The soul demands your folly; not your wisdom.

Carl Gustav Jung  (via polaroidsandthoughts)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, / and frightening that it does not quite. / What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

Jack Gilbert, from The Collected Poems; “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart,”  (via provst)

[iseaanenome]

a poem of wet skin

where the liquor dripped

and her hands fell

like rose petals

and shattered glass

The floor again is

dangerous 

made for slipping

headlong into the

hands of another who

holds her drink

too lightly

her dress too

clingy, hands

against her

thighs like rose petals

and shattered

glass

The floor is wet

to slipping

and I have

grasped

her hands.

[iseaanenome]

Tanci- to dance- tantra -- to live is to fall, to allow ourselves to be in the world and of the world. So dance, fall, live engage in divine play. (presso Senovážná 6)

[iseaanenome]

"Whoever wishes to remember must not stay in one place, waiting for the memories to come... Memories are scattered all over the immense world, and it takes voyaging to find them" -- Milan Kundera (presso Prague Castle)

[books-n-quotes]

You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability.

Édouard Boubat, Edouard Boubat: A Gentle Eye (via writemeanna)