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Lullaby for the Woman Who Walks into the Sea

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:43:50 -0500

Poem beginning and ending with halves of a line by Ilhan Berk

Take your nakedness to the sea
and lie down at the tide line while the tide is still out.
Lie down at the wrack-ridge where sand pipers skitter
over dried seaweed, your whole body exposed that way,
your whole spirit exposed as you lie waiting.

With your whole spirit exposed as you lie waiting,
remember all that has passed that led to this place.
Remember the tall fields of childhood—
how you nested in the small circumferences your body
hollowed out in hip-high grasses, how the sun filled
the circle of sky you could see from that perspective.

Only the circle of sky you could see from that perspective
was contained enough to blanket you with its comfort.
Sometimes small quick swallows transected the wholeness,
their flights, diameters. Beneath you, the shaken universe
of the insects went on without your knowing. Out of your own
shaken world, Orphan, you had escaped to lie there

as in this shaken world you have escaped to lie here
naked and waiting at the perimeter of the sea,
for the tide that will, in only hours it seems,
return and wash over you, its watery brine a balm
on your face, its foam spreading under you,
lifting you like the mother you lost, her arms extended.

As it lifts you like a lost mother, your arms extended,
you will become a raft, bones rope-bound, wood buoyant,
and give in to the back and forth rolling of your own heartbeat
which keeps its watch over your body, which will become the sea,
which is, even now, beginning to be washed out, washed
into the waves and long sweep of wild waters.

Into the waves and the long sweep of wild waters,
you bequeath your grief, the many griefs that have entered your cells
and left their mark, the way algae clogging a pond surface
with its heavy green layer hides clear water. You bequeath the days
when your heart was a carousel of rise and fall.
You bequeath the reins. You let all you meant to control go.

The world you wanted to control and could not—you let it go
into the distances, into long sweep of wild waters.
You wait to be lifted by waves, mother-lightly, your arms extended,
away from the shaken world, Orphan, you have been wanting to escape,

all the sky you can see from that wide perspective will fall into the sea,
your whole spirit exposed as you lie here at tide line waiting—

willing your nakedness to the darkening inswell of water.

Patricia Fargnoli

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 12:15:09 -0500

ShareSomeCandy: jeffrey fisher

there’re many different directions it could go in — but in my...

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 09:17:56 -0500

there’re many different directions it could go in — but in my mind, there was this really delicate and beautiful relationship happening between the old man and the woman, like they were in their own bubble. Super tender, nothing naughty about it; just sweet. And then we talked about this woman being the ghost of his late wife… (via An Interview with Julia Galdo at the Feaverish Photography Blog

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Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:21:15 -0500

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Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:10:48 -0400

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jotterbook: St. Vincent — These Days (Jackson Browne/Nico...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:05:07 -0400

jotterbook:

St. Vincent — These Days (Jackson Browne/Nico cover) (via jesuisperdu)

Wonderful! Mates of State did a cover of this too.

so cool, from a coffee bean to a cell check it

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 13:01:14 -0400

so cool, from a coffee bean to a cell check it

Skeleton cat on vi.sualize.us

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:07:34 -0400

Skeleton cat on vi.sualize.us

"It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness."

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 11:04:42 -0400

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”

- Leo Tolstoy

via www.arteeast.org

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:24:14 -0400

via www.arteeast.org

ArteEast - Virtual Gallery - Alessandra Sanguinetti

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:23:45 -0400

ArteEast - Virtual Gallery - Alessandra Sanguinetti

rainingdogsandfish: (via youmeandtheworld)

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 11:56:42 -0400

rainingdogsandfish:

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quote-book: kari-shma: Words of wisdom. (via revivify)

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 15:19:21 -0400

quote-book:

kari-shma:

Words of wisdom. (via revivify)

My heart is yours!!! (via hine) an overly literal cat!

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:08:44 -0400

My heart is yours!!! (via hine)

an overly literal cat!

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a..."

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:59:48 -0400

““The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on and individual level. It’s got to happen inside first. You can take away a man’s political freedom and you won’t hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can’t be granted. Nobody can win it for you.””

- Jim Morrison (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

Jarvis Cocker Receiving Honorary Doctorate From Sheffield Hallam...

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:47:11 -0400

Jarvis Cocker Receiving Honorary Doctorate From Sheffield Hallam...:

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One time Pulp singer turned solo star Jarvis Cocker is set to pick up an honorary doctorate from Sheffield Hallam University.

Jarvis Cocker is undoubtedly one of the finest lyrics of his generation. Capable of spinning tales worthy of the finest novelists the singer’s witty, literate take on the pop song turned Pulp into one of the nation’s best loved band.

madeofglass: so sos so true

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:46:09 -0400

madeofglass:

so sos so true

dreameveryday: (via papertissue) i SO remember this photo in...

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 15:43:35 -0400

dreameveryday:

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i SO remember this photo in my astronomy book when i was young.

I remember it too I remember we had to make a space station and I Loved mine and wanted to live there so badly!

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken...."

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:41:29 -0400

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

- C.S. Lewis (via cowgirlblues) (via michelleums)

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