This is a small and crappy cameraphone picture of my current notebook, and a bead bracelet I'm currently wearing. The boy who gave me the bracelet is sleeping in the background. I honestly never thought I'd have him around again.
i've got nothing, really, except i keep thinking about how paul bowles wrote that the soul is the weariest part of the body. and i keep listening to this song
And you, with your new born eyes, have you ever loved a man like I love him? Do you hurt, but still feel alive like never before?
And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town, learn the language, form the words when I speak. He changed me, I'm his ghost since he came around. Now I count the hours, and the days and the weeks in passion and silence. Every word, every line a measure -- It's the science of the soul. I'm learning that some things I can't go without and one of those is him.
So strange. I bought rapture for Spela for her birthday 2 days ago, and picked up a copy for myself in a second-hand bookshop in a little seaside town today. I used to own a copy but lent it and, therefore, effectively lost it. Beautiful book.
Try Alice Oswald:
SINCE LOVE IS ROUND
since love is round and man misshapen it may not always accord and if I and I do furiously reprove myself hackle up and without impulse cry or if after if I hum for hours all cold and odd and feign mad and vanish with my jacket on my head and your calm hands just lift and let it by... I say a miracle a notion at risk and grown of and aloof to faults and a terrible demand is love but if you ask something or refund on your gentleness and in good time take secretly another girl and say so guiltily... then leave me I haven't such forgiveness...
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This is Anis Mojgani, a spoken word poet.
This is a small and crappy cameraphone picture of my current notebook, and a bead bracelet I'm currently wearing. The boy who gave me the bracelet is sleeping in the background. I honestly never thought I'd have him around again.
Hope that helped.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ny4izkgnX_k
and i think you look lovely in that photo, by the by.
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And you, with your new born eyes, have you ever loved a man like I love him? Do you hurt, but still feel alive like never before?
And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town, learn the language, form the words when I speak. He changed me, I'm his ghost since he came around. Now I count the hours, and the days and the weeks in passion and silence. Every word, every line a measure -- It's the science of the soul. I'm learning that some things I can't go without and one of those is him.
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Try Alice Oswald:
SINCE LOVE IS ROUND
since love is round and man misshapen
it may not always accord and if I
and I do furiously reprove myself
hackle up and without impulse cry
or if after if I hum for hours
all cold and odd and feign mad
and vanish with my jacket on my head
and your calm hands just lift and let it by...
I say a miracle a notion at risk
and grown of and aloof to faults and a
terrible demand is love but if you ask
something or refund on your gentleness
and in good time take secretly
another girl and say so guiltily...
then leave me I haven't such forgiveness...
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