I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

- “Mad Girl’s Love Song” - Sylvia Plath

  • 8: Kerouac Met Me in May

    theseseventeen:

     24 years old:

    “But what will happen?” he asked,

    and where did twelve go?

  • visual-poetry:

from the book “AH HHHHHhHhhhhhHhhhhhaha” by dennis garvin (1976)

    visual-poetry:

    from the book “AH HHHHHhHhhhhhHhhhhhaha” by dennis garvin (1976)

  • girlsack:

“Haiku for the Single Girl”

    girlsack:

    “Haiku for the Single Girl”

    (via musingsinfemininity)

  • austinkleon:

    Kenneth Koch reading “You Want A Social Life With Friends” (2000)

    This was recorded by Amy Krouse Rosenthal, author of Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life. Here’s what she has to say about it:

    One of my favorite poems appears in the book on page 144. It is called So You Want A Social Life With Friends, and it is by Kenneth Koch. In the fall of 2000, I had the privilege of recording Mr. Koch reading this poem in his Upper East Side apartment for an audio magazine project I was working on. I used a tiny Radio Shack tape recorder, and take full responsibility for the lack of high sound quality. (But I do admit I like the crackling and soundproof-lessness.) He was an impeccable, flawless reader—we were finished in two or three takes. Though he had been reluctant to agree to our session, once underway, he was a gracious, charismatic host. He had set up a nice tray with glasses of grapefruit juice. Fitting, because the whole thing was bittersweet. Mr. Koch died a year later. I believe this is one of his last recordings.

    Amazing! One of my favorite poems, too.

  • Entitled, “You are not dead” #poetry #newyear  (Taken with Instagram at The Wildness Beyond)

    Entitled, “You are not dead” #poetry #newyear (Taken with Instagram at The Wildness Beyond)

  • Agendas
visual-poetry:

projections by jenny holzer in tongeren (2004)

    Agendas

    visual-poetry:

    projections by jenny holzer in tongeren (2004)

    (via rehabknights)

  • shipwrecked on the couch.

    thedustdancestoo:

    let’s pretend 

    the carpet is an ocean of sharks

    like we used to, when we used to 

    stay here, snuggled up together

    for days.

  • 12 Years Old. What will happen?

    Best when heard

    “San Francisco Scene” - Kerouac

  • haiku #80.

    I am so excited for tomorrow.

    thedustdancestoo:

    birds congregating

    on a telephone wire

    for Sunday gossip

  • This world is poetry.

nevver:

Occupy Everything

    This world is poetry.

    nevver:

    Occupy Everything

  • Sappho

    Sappho

    (via 4tracking)

  • (via 4tracking)

  • The parts we forgot to include in the card

    May you find a nice, sweet girl

    with lustrous brown hair

    and lovely eyes to match.

    May she bore you

    each and every day

    until you finally pass.

    May she always be

    agreeable

    and never fight.

    May she follow you

    to the ends of the earth

    where you try to hide.

    Oh boy,

    may you live 

    a long  

    and nice, sweet life.

  • Loneliness

    lives in

    the rusty

    window screen

    that filters

    the laughter

    of drunk pedestrians.