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citylightsbooks: Ferlinghetti’s latest sign in City Lights’ window says it all.

citylightsbooks:

Ferlinghetti’s latest sign in City Lights’ window says it all.

Happy Birthday, Rita Dove.

Happy Birthday, Rita Dove.

Recommended reading.

Recommended reading.

(Source: serendipityproject.wordpress.com)

poetrysociety:

1 January 1845.
Letter from Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Robert.

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booksmatter: The epigraph of Junot Díaz’s new novel, This Is How You Lose Her, comes from Sandra Cisneros’s “One Last Poem for Richard” and is a knife into the meat of my poor damned sentimental heart.

booksmatter:

The epigraph of Junot Díaz’s new novel, This Is How You Lose Her, comes from Sandra Cisneros’s “One Last Poem for Richard” and is a knife into the meat of my poor damned sentimental heart.

Frank O’Hara, exercising the freedom of speech.

Frank O’Hara, exercising the freedom of speech.

George Oppen, exercising the freedom of speech.

George Oppen, exercising the freedom of speech.

Ed Sanders, exercising the freedom of speech.

Ed Sanders, exercising the freedom of speech.

Dear Empire,

These are your temples. There are rows of stone countenances, pillar after pillar. As if walking through a forest filled with alabaster heads: here, the frown. The gaze. The luminous stare.

Smoke from the incense curls, shapes itself against the archways, rubs against the grooves of the columns. Only a few men press their heads to their hands.

Outside, archeologists excavate a stone torso. Bound in coils of fraying rope, it rises before us, pulled upwards by a backhoe. Its form momentarily hides the sun, though as it sways, the light strikes our eyes. Saying yes. Saying no.

Oliver de la Paz
jenbenka: bridging with hart crane

jenbenka:

bridging with hart crane