Sexts

[sexts2self]

I want to tell u what

witches took on a more ceremonial role

Tonight as the barrier between the two realms grows thin,

which bumblebees still are sipping honey.  The assignment of yellow is taken up now

Then you experience the miracle

of entering into yourself like a diamond

in glass, enjoying its own fragility

when the storm carries everything else away

Henrik Nordbrandt

Rachel Peden Canuckville Akasha

ours

is the work of hope and is always thrilling."

-   May Sarton

In the gay woods and in the golden air,

William Cullen briant

although sadly such matters often give rise to strife....  The apple fairy invites us to enjoy sensuous pleasures of all descriptions, in the knowledge that there is plenty to go around, and that nothing that is truly ours can ever be taken away from us."


(Teresa Moorey, The Fairy Bible)

 we wake one morning and woods are like a smoldering

plain --

(Margaret Walker)

I have a kind of halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on."

-   Charles Simic, Empire of Dreams

I was going to attend the ball of ghosts and witches.

A delegation would appear there in masks and wigs,

And dance, unrecognized, in the chorus of the living"

-   Czeslaw Milosz, All Hallow's Eve

my whole self

saying and singing what it knew: I can."

-   Denise Levertov, Variation on a Theme by Rilke  

[sexts2self]

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Reihan’s comic / arty party

[sexts2self]

State clearly what you want - and what you don’t

[sexts2self]

Jean McEwan

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Esther McManus

[sexts2self]

Jean McEwan

[2libras]

Pluck me i will Cure u

Pick me I will Cure u Pick me I will Kill u

Pluck a few leaves, to roll Bewt fat fingers I give myself completely I don’t want to exist but for your mouth

Your celery ribs shred under my rake poke palms, a box grater caress, so . Risk salad for something small and swollen

[2libras]

the

The wind rustling the weeds Is the wind rustling my bookmarks The baby in the bathtub Is the cherry red, guts splayed and unwritten tonight

The last thing you would want Is the first thing you will receive is an advent of sorts a calender of shame You had guts But gathered and gifted back they are rope, minor chords now jerky for curling mouths none of us ever asked for any of this, none of us want it. Im tired about always going home

[2libras]

Fruit

Fruit

Bowl cup Bra fillet, full cupboards, full moon, Your softness means everything and i can only try to do the same for you Your refusal to respect faith upsets me and i can only try to do the same Im picking weeds In our garden and thinking furiously about what we’ll have for dinner, my head hurts you love pizza we can we always have pizza. can we can we always, always be friends, like this.

Clementine drips Nd roll s on its sticky pad, you come clean, jumping out of bed with an erection, Suddenly wide awake and joking, quick to close the door after me, your dick now the joke, a periscope, Goodbye im going to the interview, for now all other hopes and dreams pushed down in pockets with stones, drug rocks from that beach of our friendship meet you (halfway) there.

[2libras]

manifesto curse

The weeds the weeds Are restless the weeds The weeds are catching Spores and small animals Sidewalk anenome peony The weeds the weeds Hate you and want their purpose back Their folklore and medicine boils in every osmosis moment, lucid cells Wish hell for you and your kin, Wish you warts and thickened skin a malady to cure again, calling All weeds, All weeds!

[2libras]

honour

Coming long over Under longer we’ve been holding out forever we’ve been groping for you in the darkness of our lives, you taste like coming home. the idea of you is bliss. when we finally get our hands on you we’ll rip you limb from limb, use every piece we don’t take doing this lightly. With all respect. Bled, a pudding shared between us there no higher honour congealed at room temperature.

[2libras]

The rope rod straight

The rope rod straight When do you say ‘i’ll grasp the rope and pull it straight, on release it coiling w/ relief, not straight, bent is not the word because there are no sharp edges, here. Take an end. Hold tight and lean all our weight out. become a set of scales and place each thing upon the plate and see if (how) it is good. While talking, a squirrel approaches, sees the [nut] and that (how) the [nut] is good. In talking we are handling and weighing it all without touching it, we are sizing it up. We are sizing the fit for eachother and working on the shape and exclaiming at the surfaces! and the process of rediscovering it, each rotation. How is it that this shape brings so much with each new rotation. How is it that it can be all that and more and fill the . and the. turning over

The other thing about the rope being fibre + fortitude envy both the rope and smooth necks wrapped in play riski your neck for it Or play dead Either way Im bored of listening to you talk about your bfs and how you like it when they’re pushy. this can never be the case again. Im pushing a pin in this moment. we are moving faster than the speed of light and also of misogyny. This conversation is tuning out over years - years from now it wont be a thing anymore!!

[2libras]

fucking

Fucking parasite, host when you need me the most i’ll be ejaculating spores across Hellholes that open up across you like the one you jam book and plates in to keep quiet is to suffocate slowly in full view, public death, guts spilled in the carpark of the place you have ended up working in that you have ended up dying this death in, only to find there’s others waiting, how many times do you have to watch yourself die before you start to think of yourself as to intents and purposes, done. Well im not done, i have more interesting things to see and a life to lead so peel the fingers off and take a deep breath, that feeling is all yours, especially chest tight, heart flinching - all yours

[2libras]

the river is a tonic

The river is a tonic The river is a tonic I sit as if to sip i want to get an infection I need a new affliction one thats measurable in days, not years; temperatures; localised + pus-filled, ideally i want to lance it, i want, i want my money shot. my statutory sick pay. i’ll give you your money shot. or else eventually pass, but quickly, trackable - something treatable yes, the more graphic the better. Until then i’ll sit bent to the banks nursing something in me, a germ that i caught when i swam in its waters - just upstream. spring breaking out into this huge smile . well. this nursing small freedoms in my lunchbreak

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.

Marcel Proust, from a letter to Georges de Lauris c. October 1905, featured in Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

Do something

Let yourself be inert, wait till

[luthienne]

How did everything go so wrong? How can I get myself out of this mess? Do something    Do something    Do something

Susan Sontag, from Reborn: Journals & Notebooks 1947-1963 (via luthienne)