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March 2018

Mar 9, 2018 38 notes

February 2018

“—who will press, now,
his heart over my heart to warm me?”
—Louise Glück, excerpt of The White Series
(via antigonick)
Feb 25, 2018 1,429 notes

crimeware:

“I feel like I’m floating in plasma I need a teacher or a lover I need someone to risk being involved with me. I am so vain and I am so masochistic. How can they coexist?“”

— Francesca Woodman, from a journal entry featured in Francesca Woodman by Chris Townsend (via watchoutforintellect)

Feb 25, 2018 1,522 notes
Feb 24, 2018 6,296 notes

chelseymary:

“Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Beautiful and Damned (via sunsetquotes)

Feb 24, 2018 33,081 notes
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Feb 24, 2018 38 notes
#Clementine von Radics #mouthful of forevers #poet #clementinevonradics
Feb 21, 2018 400 notes
“the worst thing about love is
i remember it.”
—​June Gehringer, from “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs.“ published in Peach
(via lifeinpoetry)
Feb 20, 2018 4,867 notes
“Here is the cycle and this is what begot it:
          he touched me in cars. Nights we drove
                    only to stop by the water, so still our shadows
made sounds. Light from the lake broke
          from his fingers. Once, a cruiser found us.
                    I was asked if I was safe. I knew
nothing. I said yes.”
—Alison Stine, “Chairs,” from Ohio Violence (via bostonpoetryslam)
Feb 20, 2018 331 notes

January 2018

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#help me pay my rent if you can!
Jan 24, 2018 112 notes
Jan 23, 2018 112 notes
#Help me pay my rent y'all!
Jan 23, 2018 112 notes
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Jan 23, 2018 112 notes
“Rilke put it: “Beauty’s nothing
but the beginning of Terror
we’re still just able to bear.”
When will you
get terrifying? I can do it
on command.”
—Aja Moore, from “In the Radiant Afterstorm” published in ÄLPHÄ
(via lifeinpoetry)
Jan 23, 2018 1,126 notes
“My memory is like a pomegranate. Shall I open it over you and let it scatter, seed by seed: red pearls befitting a farewell that asks nothing of me except forgetfulness?”—Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence
(via pensivefrangipani)
Jan 22, 2018 6,873 notes
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Jan 22, 2018 112 notes
#but forreal please help me make rent
Jan 22, 2018 112 notes
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Jan 15, 2018 379 notes

December 2017

Dec 15, 2017 17 notes

lifeinpoetry:

sent home from school for wearing open-toed shoes
sent home from school for a halter roped too loosely over my neck
sent home from school because I wore leggings instead of pants
sent home and told to change out of that too short skirt
sent home because of spaghetti straps
sent home to my mother because there was dress code inspection
and your daughter is not in accordance

Now the mother I wish for a whalebone corset spun tight—
the always desired 20-inch wasp waist—
yet I wish to hold the edges of my mini skirt in my own hands,
to allow whoever I want beneath it.

— Nicole Cooley, from Frozen Charlottes, A Sequence

Dec 7, 2017 327 notes
“The grief / of what hasn’t yet happened—”—Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Works and Loves,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)
Dec 6, 2017 4,580 notes

violentwavesofemotion:

Marie Howe from an interview c. 1999: “I don’t know anything about the soul. All I know is some things have happened that I don’t understand and they are the most true things I’ve ever known.”

Dec 6, 2017 1,126 notes
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anarcho-shindouism:

anarcho-shindouism:

practice self-crit it’s healthy

and by that i dont mean like “oh im stupid and awful” I mean like, thinking about how your past belief systems were flawed, what pitfalls you fell into and how you fell into them and accepting all of that for what it is

Dec 4, 2017 25,698 notes
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O Mistress Mineclementinevonradicspoet.com

clementinevonradics:

“With O, Mistress Mine, Clementine von Radics hurls blood straight onto the page. Fearlessly covering sensitive topics such as abuse, mental illness, and abortion, this collection packs enough punch to leave you feeling whiplashed and breathless for days. After this collection is done with you, you’ll never forget von Radics’ name.”

-Amanda Lovelace

Out of 5,000 copies, fewer than 4,000 copies are available after this first week. Get your copy today!

Dec 4, 2017 93 notes
O Mistress Mineclementinevonradicspoet.com

clementinevonradics:

“With O, Mistress Mine, Clementine von Radics hurls blood straight onto the page. Fearlessly covering sensitive topics such as abuse, mental illness, and abortion, this collection packs enough punch to leave you feeling whiplashed and breathless for days. After this collection is done with you, you’ll never forget von Radics’ name.”

-Amanda Lovelace

Out of 5,000 copies, fewer than 4,000 copies are available after this first week. Get your copy today!

Dec 4, 2017 93 notes
Don't ruin a moment by acknowledging it allow it to live and die untainted the more fluid you are the more honest moments you'll have watch how clean your experiences become
Dec 3, 2017 1,803 notes
Dec 3, 2017 184,984 notes

lifeinpoetry:

They say, give us details, so I give them my body.
They say, give us proof, so I give them my body.

— Hieu Minh Nguyen, from “The Study,” published in Hobart

Dec 2, 2017 1,315 notes
Any idea when pre-orders for your new book will ship?

All pre-orders were shipped in the first week of November.
If you’re having an issue please email me at clementinevonradics@gmail.com

Dec 2, 2017 1 note
#Anonymous
“What happened, happened once. So now it’s best
in memory—an orange he sliced: the skin
unbroken, then the knife, the chilled wedge
lifted to my mouth, his mouth, the thin
membrane between us, the exquisite orange,
tongue, orange, my nakedness and his,
the way he pushed me up against the fridge—
Now I get to feel his hands again, the kiss
that didn’t last, but sent some neural twin
flashing wildly through the cortex. Love’s
merciless, the way it travels in
and keeps emitting light. Beside the stove
we ate an orange. And there were purple flowers
on the table. And we still had hours.”
—Kim Addonizio, ‘Stolen Moments’  (via localhoneysweetness)
Dec 1, 2017 1,081 notes
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