March 3, 2013 • 5 notes •
Do not, under any circumstances, belittle a work of fiction by trying to turn it into a carbon copy of real life; what we search for in fiction is not so much reality but the epiphany of truth.
Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafizi (via amillionlittlequotes)
March 3, 2013 • 106 notes • aubade
Time in your flight — O — a wristwatch strapped
to my heart, ticking erratically, winding down.
Phyllis Webb, from ‘My loves are dying’ (via the-final-sentence)

(via the-final-sentence)

March 3, 2013 • 37 notes •
I think that one of these days,’ he said, ‘you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger (via amillionlittlequotes)
February 28, 2013 • 2,251 notes • shitroughdrafts
shitroughdrafts: “The Road Not Taken”, by Robert Frost. 1916.

shitroughdrafts:

“The Road Not Taken”, by Robert Frost. 1916.

February 28, 2013 • 93,211 notes • mariannapaige
mariannapaige: terrible things

mariannapaige:

terrible things

February 28, 2013 • 290 notes • newspaperblackout
newspaperblackout: Hi Austin, I discovered your work a couple of years ago and shared it with my literacy team at an urban school in Colorado.  Later, I purchased your book and began to craft my own poems.  This month, I started a webpage to host my collection.  It would be an honor if you checked it out:  https://upturnedcorners.jux.com/ Happy Thursday!Jess   Nice! Dig the color. —AK

newspaperblackout:

Hi Austin,

I discovered your work a couple of years ago and shared it with my literacy team at an urban school in Colorado.  Later, I purchased your book and began to craft my own poems.  This month, I started a webpage to host my collection.  It would be an honor if you checked it out:  https://upturnedcorners.jux.com/

Happy Thursday!
Jess  

Nice! Dig the color. —AK

February 28, 2013 • 287 notes • alysiasache

Virgin In Her 20's: KEEPING THE DEAD DEAD

alysiasache:

You were in my dream

last night. We lived in a slum but there

you were, making everything beautiful.

A named snagged on my barbed-wire-

breath. Every time I mention you

the fence rattles.

For two months I’ve tried to be a prison.

Tried to keep you here, the way evidence keeps

a crime alive. Then love

February 28, 2013 • 7,855 notes • visual-poetry
visual-poetry: by bpNichol (+)from the book “still water” (1970) [download the book for free]

visual-poetry:

by bpNichol (+)
from the book “still water” (1970)

[download the book for free]

February 28, 2013 • 279 notes • nuestra

nuestra:

Liquid Sessions

http://www.behance.net/nuestra

February 28, 2013 • 244 notes • sdalla

sdalla:

It’s been quiet in my sketchbook lately.