~19.ecstaticlustmagic~

- February 9 -

i change shapes just to hide in this place, but i'm still, i'm still an animal →

- February 3 -

freakin' Lauren Faust and her dancing girls in SPACE and a CORGI... →

- February 2 -

best use of 3D animation ever. psychorealism. →

- January 31 -

poe-create

I am so reinspired by poetry. Forget all the useless distractions that I thought had some use to me; poetry is my sweet glass of water that I want to indulge in, on lazy days, on the rewinding after long hours, poetry is the unconditional lover that I want to come home to forever.

Introduction to Poetry - Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem

And hold it up to the light

Like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I saw drop a mouse into a poem

And watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem’s room

and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to water-ski

Across the surface of a poem

Waving at the author’s name on the shore.

But all they want to do

Is tie the poem to a chair with rope

And torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose

To find out what it really means.

Childrens books for COEXIST kids →

- January 18 -

- January 17 -

- January 16 -

“

That hour, I was most myself. I had shrugged

my mother slowly off, I lay there

taking my first breaths, as if

the air of the room was blowing me

like a bubble. All I had to do

was go out along the line of my gaze and back,

out and back, on gravity’s silk, the

pressure of the air a caress, smelling on my

self her creamy blood. The air

was softly touching my skin and tongue,

entering me and drawing forth the little

sighs I did not know as mine.

I was not afraid. I lay in the quiet

and looked, and did the wordless thought,

my mind was getting its oxygen

direct, the rich mix by mouth.

I hated no one. I gazed and gazed,

and everything was interesting, I was

free, not yet in love, I did not

belong to anyone, I had drunk

no milk, yet—no one had

my heart. I was not very human. I did not

know there was anyone else. I lay

like a god, for an hour, then they came for me,

and took me to my mother.

- September 28 -

“Oh and I’m feeling
Directionless yes
But that’s to be expected
And I know that best
And in creeps the morning
And another day’s lost
You’ve just written wondering
And I reply fast
All you need to save me
All you need to save me
Call (call)
And I’ll be curled on the floor
Hiding out from it all (all)
And I won’t take any other call
I feel like a fool
So I’m going to stop troubling you
Buried in my yard
A letter to send to you
And if I forget
Or god forbid die too soon
Hope that you’ll hear me
Know that I wrote to you
All you need to say to me
All you need to say to me
Is call (call)
And I’ll be curled on the floor
Hiding out from it all
And I won’t take any other call”