nametheknife: (in my image)
-bakerstreet: face-to-face. with Jack.
-bakerstreet: the comet. with Sarah Benjamin.
-dear_mun: voice test.

tfln: Jack.
word association: Joseph. Jack. Jack and an anonymous Joseph.
nametheknife: (once having heard)
until i actually get around to this, have a link to some basic information.
nametheknife: (judgment day)
"Then my soul appeared. It said
just as no one can see me, no one
can see the blood.

Also: no one can see the harp.

Then it said
I can save you. Meaning
this is a test."
   — Louise Glück, ‘Fugue'

"I know
the powder we coated our fingers
with made us thirsty
and sometimes cruel. But I was born
with a spirit like you."
   — Meghan O’Rourke, ‘My Life as a Subject’

"I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony."
   — Gustave Flaubert, November

"How blest am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accurst
In being so blest! [...]
All's true that is mistrusted."
   — William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale

"Over and over in the dark I tell myself
I do not have to believe
in the beauty of falling
though she edges toward you,
saying your name with such steadiness."
   — Mary Szybist, ‘Holy’

"This is a description of sometimes a painful existing.
This is a description of a sometimes self betraying which is revealing."
   — Robert Duncan, 'Imagining in writing'

"Assimilation into civilization’s chronology, its grammatical and arithmetical scrutiny calls for correcting, suspecting, coveting, corrupting my soul into a devious definition of Duty. I must pursue and destroy what was most tender in my soul’s first nature."
   — Susan Howe, My Emily Dickinson

"Say a new battlefield is lit by strange flames
living over the dead. I hold out a knife to beguile

the light, but it isn’t fooled. It leads me deeper
into my lostness, to the place where stars go

to sleep and wind goes to die. I, too, have seen
my image and wanted to fall into it."
   — Traci Brimhall, ‘The Needful Animal’

"Is light, is there any light any
to pay the price of
fire?"
   — Charles Olson, ‘An Ode on Nativity’

the price of fire

nametheknife: (Default)
King Silas Benjamin

October 2017

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