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Obviously This Whole Blog is Socially Constructed

Emily: sloppy American, mean ol' lesbian, and non-profit worker. Posts science fiction, fashion, pretty pictures, and American culture.

Posts tagged poetry

Jul 25 '14

Painter painting in our land pictures of only white angels
Painter painting in our time in shadows of yesterday

Painter, if you paint with love, paint me some black angels now
For all good blacks in heaven, painter show us that you care

Eartha Kitt - Angelitos Negros (1970 performance)

(Source: foxwin)

Jul 7 '14
"I like her. She makes life interesting. She, herself, is interesting, I suppose. She talks right from the heart. I appreciate her frankness and I like the fact that she doesn’t force the natural flow of a conversation. There’s personality in her words. She thus gets to the core of things and that’s important because with her — I can talk knowing that the talk is real! Oh believe me, it’s amazingly real! And she also gives me the oportunity to listen as fully and completely as possible. And I can’t seem to get her out of my head […]"
Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via cosmicspread)

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Jun 5 '14
"The problem with truth
is that it destroys the ‘self’ who seeks it.
That is why so few people
really want to hear the truth."
Jeff Foster (via oceanandwave)
Jun 5 '14
Apr 25 '14
"It is the second poem, “To My excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship. 17th July 1651” that we know was written by a woman, Katherine Philips, who experienced a passionate love for the addressee, Anne Owen. Composed between 1652 and 1654, but not published until after Philips’s death, “To My excellent Lucasia” is the poem most often anthologized to represent her oeuvre."
from The Renaissance of Lesbianism in Early Modern England, by Valerie Traub (via catholicaramis)
Apr 25 '14
"I Did not live until this time,
Crown’d my felicity,
When I could say without a crime,
I am not thine, but Thee.
This carcass breath’d, and walkt, and slept,
So that the World believ’d
There was a Soul the Motions kept;
But they were all deceiv’d.
For as a Watch by art is wound
To motion, such was mine:
But never had Orinda found
A Soul till she found thine;
Which now inspires, cures, and supplies,
And guides my darkned Breast:
For thou art all that I can prize,
My joy, my rest, my life."
from To My Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship. 17th July 1651, by Katherine Philips  (via catholicaramis)
Apr 7 '14

livemylief:

[a look inside the yolo pages] this 206-page anthology maps out a wealth of possibilities for poetry in an internet era. the first big shipment goes out tomorow! order now and be part of the first wave of impact

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Mar 17 '14
"When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth."
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via bookmania)
Mar 11 '14
"And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love."
Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via hello-lolo)
Mar 3 '14

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