May 2012

swallowingmatches:

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You wonder what he’s thinking when he shivers like that.
                                    What can you tell me, what could you possibly
tell me? Sure, it’s good to feel things, and if it hurts, we’re doing it
       to ourselves, or so the saying goes, but there should be
                            a different music here. There should be just one safe place
                                                                  in the world, I mean
this world. People get hurt here. People fall down and stay down and I don’t like
              the way the song goes.
                      You, the moon. You, the road. You, the little flowers
by the side of the road. You keep singing along to that song I hate. Stop singing.

swallowingmatches:

roadmusic:

line taken from “seaside improvisation” by richard siken.

(via balrogs)

brigantes:

the dislocated room by richard siken

headswillrollbaby:

Richard Siken in Crush.

@headswillrollbaby | facebook.

clutterbuckets:

“History repeats itself. Somebody says this. History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of. I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.” - Richard Siken, ‘Little Beast’

secretinmyskin:

”(…) You’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” 
— Richard Siken