March 2012

swallowingmatches:

scheherazade (por tinyearthquakes)

Richard Siken // Driving, Not Washing

swallowingmatches:

watercolour quote (pt. ii) (por honeythumbs)

“I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.”

It’s a basic inside/outside problem. I don’t know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It’s the only actual boundary between the body and the world, between a body and any other body. Crush, at its core, is about rupture. The desire to touch, the gesture of touching, becomes dangerous, damaging, after the hand, withheld for so long, finally makes an attempt at contact. Simultaneously, and without pity, the natural world and its physical laws restrict the human form and its capacities. All of us are trapped in our skins and drowning in gravity. Physics is unforgiving. Nature is predatory. We do not walk through a passive landscape.

Richard Siken, here. (via muscovite)

stopbeingacliche:

THE ILLUMINATED CITIES AT THE CENTER OF ME

“Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore.”

Saying Your Names - Richard Siken

Imaginary Book cover design painted and drawn and scratched on an old book I would never read again. Done with acrylics, gouache, indian ink, gold ink, pens and markers.

ilfirin-estel:

findthebrightplaces:

try to hold it.

these our bodies possessed by light - richard siken

teenvacant-deactivated20130212:

more from Richard Siken

The top is from Ornithopter and the bottom is from Road Music.

abecediary:

Wordcloud of Richard Siken’s poetry, created by me at this awesome site a while back. I went on a rereading spree of Crush yesterday, and, besides leaving me emotionally devastated (again), it reminded me to post this.

The font used is called Scheherazade, and was chosen for precisely that reason.

This isn’t a quote but I thought it was interesting.

misplacedblues:

You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not
harmless. You are not
breathing