Awake and weeping
Rivers rush through the rough rocks
Waters crush and heal
—D.D. #464 7.8.12
A wise woman walks
Wild fires raise chaos
Her peace burns; steady
—D.D. #463 7.7.12
Fat Full Moon Belly
Sways into the starlit sky
Bright and wet and hot
—D.D. #462 7.6.12
I must teach my son:
There’s more in me than is seen.
First, I must teach me.
—D.D. #461 7.5.12
Love does not take work
Yet, feeding its hunger, may.
I choose food with care.
—D.D. #460 7.4.12
I’m the sum of life
Not a heap of unstrung threads
Those lists of undones
—D.D. —#459 7.3.12
I try to be here
Looking for the bright full moon
Yet she alludes me
—D.D. #459 7.3.12
Once a year, at least, we should see and read Pete Seeger’s banjo…
Photo: Annie Leibovitz
(Source: soliveitwell, via derelictuslyfun)
Georges Pavis~ Pretty Girl Reading in the Dark
and with that, goodnight from me to all of you!!
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“This is not vandalism”: graffiti on the wall of the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Paris, France, this afternoon.
(via christopherdickey)
By D.D. “25 weeks”
1All things are words belonging to that language
In which Someone or Something, night and day,
Writes down the infinite babble that is, per se,
The history of the world.
Jorge Luis Borges, from “Compass,” trans. Robert Mezey (via proustitute)
![predatorywaspobserver:
“What am I doing today? typing up Dharma Bums, all day, every day, while people ball in bars (it’s Saturday night) I toil and toil on my typewriter and get bored and so revert to letters like these…what a scribbler I am now. […] because everything, Allen, you ever ever wished for, will come true in TIME, don’t you know what that means?”
- Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg (January 21st, 1958)
“As to you Kerouac, it is clear that your heavenly duty, your Buddha ballon, is to write, and that your unhappiness is undeserved in a way that only acceptance can make clear. What I mean to say is there stands the structure of your works and sublimity towering in my imagination untarnished. My tea leaves still read $$$ and FAME for you wether or not in the next ten years probably in this lifetime.
Your isolation like mine is sad and frightful mainly the blind alleys of money and love but life is not over, and much to be written and much to be respected in all of us not just for being humanity but for having tried and actually achieved a thing, namely literature and also possibly a certain spiritual eye at this point.”
- Ginsberg in a letter to Kerouac (June 18th, 1954)](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ci8dX6jq1qzxhc1o1_250.png)
“What am I doing today? typing up Dharma Bums, all day, every day, while people ball in bars (it’s Saturday night) I toil and toil on my typewriter and get bored and so revert to letters like these…what a scribbler I am now. […] because everything, Allen, you ever ever wished for, will come true in TIME, don’t you know what that means?”
- Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg (January 21st, 1958)
“As to you Kerouac, it is clear that your heavenly duty, your Buddha ballon, is to write, and that your unhappiness is undeserved in a way that only acceptance can make clear. What I mean to say is there stands the structure of your works and sublimity towering in my imagination untarnished. My tea leaves still read $$$ and FAME for you wether or not in the next ten years probably in this lifetime.
Your isolation like mine is sad and frightful mainly the blind alleys of money and love but life is not over, and much to be written and much to be respected in all of us not just for being humanity but for having tried and actually achieved a thing, namely literature and also possibly a certain spiritual eye at this point.”
- Ginsberg in a letter to Kerouac (June 18th, 1954)
(via fuckyeahbeatniks)
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