"My diaries are letters from my former self to my future self. My poems are replies to those letters."

Vera Pavlova, from “Heaven is Not Verbose: A Notebook,” trans. Steven Seymour, Poetry (April 2012)

(Source: apoetreflects)

"

It turns out, what we thought of as the soul
is mostly sound;
not song, but like a memory of birds
or running water,
the churn of a paddle, the flicker and dip
of an oar,
narrow boats butting the land
on the quiet tethers,

so death will be a slower, surer fade
than any we imagine;
no mere extinction, like the evening’s hush
before the ducks come, dipping to the marsh
in threes and fours, to find the darker ground,
no moment’s pause, but absolute decay
where absence is a form
of generation.

"

John Burnside, from “section V La Brière of Saint-Nazaire” in Gift Songs (Jonathan Cape Poetry, 2007)

(Source: apoetreflects)

artpropelled:

Jesus Curia Perez

artpropelled:

Jesus Curia Perez

artpropelled:

16 (by blairdashpb art)
blueberrymodern:

butterfly chair
 

blueberrymodern:

butterfly chair


 

(via thepoetryofmaterialthings)

cinoh:

ekkolalia:
by my-friend-red
"…what one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible…"

— László Krasznahorkai, War and War (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

(via an-itinerant-poet)

"It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about."

— Albert Camus (via astonishing-moments)

(Source: sisyphean-revolt, via artpropelled)

mariaglp:

Karen Darling

mariaglp:

Karen Darling

(via artpropelled)