this is just to say

Wilderness

needful:

You are the man
You are my other country
and I find it hard going

You are the prickly pear
You are the sudden violent storm

the torrent to raise the river
to float the wounded doe

Lorine Niedecker

Come here, Massachusetts,
white sky Massachusetts with your
white bark trees and rocks waterfalling icicles
and leaves still dead and little green sheds,
come here with all these still waters
straight creeks, cracks in the ice —
you’ll drive me crazy, Massachusetts, split trees
strange swamps, could this road possibly continue?
Massachusetts, come here! Keep snake streaming highwayside,
come here, come here, stay with me I can’t stand it!

my sister is many waves shining brighter
and bolder with the warmth of the moon
and we once shared a room
for 17 years i can hardly remember
but it presses me to think how
we must sometime have been friends?

if you did dye my hair purple,
if you have never once not reminded me of venus,
if you walked mornings to the radio getting dressed
while i half slept, if i set free the newts when you told me to,
if you’ve been always a woman, if i’ve always been a girl,
if we had occasions to hunch together in uncomfortable crying,
if my teacher told us to write letters of gratitude and thought it strange
when i thanked you for gathering and stripping the sheets off my bed
after i threw up in them, the sweetest act of love i have ever known, no,
we have not for a long time now been friends but
i am all the waves following you and we will never not be sisters.

get-dressed-get-blessed:

WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE I DON’T GET IT

(Source: icantleaveherbehind, via fuckyeahbobdylan)

excuse me please where is this woman we should get married our tattoos match unrealistically.

Oh come on we can still go to the movies
in the moonlight or listen to music in the sun
take our clothes off by the lake enjoy
all the roundness of bodies eccentric
colored and free saddle up and strap legs
together turn beds into riverboats read
Stevie Smith drink chocolate milk share
smoke through our lips laugh heartily
and admire the ways bellies jiggle get turned on
when a big toe comes up to scratch a calf bend our elbows
just for fun and look at pictures of Wyoming. No reason
for all this fussing no need for all this curling up
and turning away, just let me touch your shoulder
just forget we had this day let’s not fight let’s never fight
let’s forget we ever had such true things to say.

regardintemporel:

Désirée Dolron - Self-portrait Sudan, 1991

this picture literally just made me jump in my seat.

deer come to our apple tree

sun shackle spackled
apple tree bloomed unripeable
green and sour, tough tummyturning
seeded fruit no good for sauce or cider or even
       crunch - but

shaking thin branches yielded
thud thud of dumb apple weight,
ground-meeting hearts-beating deer-feeding
joy, no good unripeable apples thud thud!
on the ground around still wet lake water feet-
patchy brown where sun reached (noiseless ‘cept for
thud thud.) late night creep round the campfire
come deer to crunch up tough green seed fruit from where
two hands (whose hands?) thud thudded them to the ground.

“As it says in the bible, I must spread my seed!! So if you want a cute little baby to complete your life, look no further. They call me the baby maker!!! I’m hispanic and Itailian 5 foot 9 175lbs muscular build with tanned skin”

a stun fory.

On Wednesday, July 31, 1728, His Majesty George II, King of England, was presented with an armadillo as a gift. This so-called “Indian Monster” was kept happy by supplying it with “Eggs very hard boil’d”.