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(via via Michael Simms on Fb)

    "May 1915

Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees
Wait with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,
Sure of the sun, and even as to these
Surely the Spring, when God shall please,
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit today with their great Dead, hands in their hands
Eyes in their eyes
At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things
And changing skies."

--Charlotte Mew (Vox Populi via Michael Simms on Fb)

Function Disorder.

"4/20 is Ben Masel day in Madison, Wisconsin. One of the best friends and teachers of this lifetime, Ben never let anyone tell him how to live his life and you shouldn't either. Fight for what you believe in and the world that you envision. April 30 will mark 5 years since he left us, and we cherish the memories and thank him for the many blessings 💚💚💚 Much love to another personal hero Phil Ejercito for the iconic photo 💜 — with Steve Wessing and The ben masel project page." via Leslie Amsterdam on Fb

His FBI file was more than 800 pages long.

RÜCKENFIGUR

"It is worth asking, however briefly and with multiple grains of salt, if something similar has perhaps already occurred in the universe we think we know today—if something has not already disappeared beyond the horizon of cosmic amnesia—making even our most well-structured, observation-based theories obsolete."

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(robert lentz via jigme al-uzza woodward on fb)

"I don't like acceptance."

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Some poems by the Baroness.

It is a kind of flutter
like the beatring of moths' wings,
a Lethean stream
in which to dip forgetting eyes.

Are there so many terrors
among the things that just aren't so
Golgotha is a valley
where flutter the fragrant gonfalons

The Infinite Nothing.

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the earth will sweeten this spot
with the years, with the years
forgetting all our spite
the earth will sweeten this spot
the things we did for sport
& what the faith requires
the earth will sweeten this spot

with the years, with the years

Quill.

chola eyebrows

"It struck me how this poetry from the 1950s still maintained a living bond with old high modes of poetic diction, stretching back to Shakespeare, & Chaucer, & beyond to Dante, & the ancient poets. It's high-toned, scholarly, informed, intelligent. This matter of tone or diction provides the poet with a way to explore cultural, historical & religious phenomena on a sort of "intimate" basis. The everyday demotic speech of the present confronts a chasm of incomprehension : the tools of articulation are no longer there."