"I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again."
Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via winesburgohio)
Newton Le Willows library is fizzing with great books
I could watch this all day.
"As toast always will, it seemed morning-bright, and clean of complications," wrote Adam Gopnik in a New Yorker piece last year. I’m of the thorough conviction that toast (in particular, avocado toast) can make anything better, which is why I was thrilled to discover this article on the history of toast.
In honor of our own upcoming cross-country journey.
pronunciation | nats-ka-‘shE (nahtzkah-SHEE)
Japanese | 懐かしい
tip | The final pronunciation doesn’t really have an “oo” sound in it.
Can’t. Stop. Listening.
You’ve been away, your hair blond from sun—
not seeing you serves
the opposite effect,
distance gives over to intimacy.
The wake from a boat. The city anchored
across the river, a series of shadows.
I crumple the paper from an ice cream cone.
Your hand rests on the iron arm of the bench.
Is this what the end
affords—no further use for worry?
It’s getting dark earlier again;
there won’t be many more days as mild as this.
Let’s sit here a little while more.