— Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via wordsthat-speak)
When soul meets soul on lovers’ lips,
High hearts are calm, and brightest eyes are dull;
So when thy shadow falls on me,
Then am I mute and still, by thee
Covered; of thy love, Orb most beautiful,
Full, oh, too full!"
— Percy Bysshe Shelley — from Prometheus Unbound (via slothnorentropy)
"I believe in the possible realization of a world in which man can be much, even if he has little; a world in which the dominant motivation of existence is not consumption; a world in which “man“ is the end, first and last; a world in which man can find the way of giving a purpose to his life as well as the strength to live free and without illusions.”
— Erich Fromm, Credo
Octavia E. Butler, Parable of the Sower
Then one day it happens: two birds
flying from point A to point B
fall in love with the idea of point C.
No wind but what’s winged into being.
On this they rise. Below them, small
as mustard seeds, whales and narwhals
roll to show their bellies, and if I lower
this pencil, the birds are liable to chase
such whiteness. On and on they fly, over
water, for a lifetime and a half, beating
swords into words, words into ords
to where I write with a pencil made
— Albert Camus - “The Wind at Djemila” (via phiom)
we were never caught
we partied the southwest, smoked it from L.A. to El
worked odd jobs between delusions of escape
drunk on the admonitions of parents, parsons & professors
driving faster than the road or law allowed.
our high-pitched laughter was young, heartless & disrespected
authority. we could be heard for miles in the night
the Grand Canyon of a new manhood.
like the first sighting of Mount Wilson
we rebelled against the southwestern wind
we got so naturally ripped, we sprouted wings,
crashed parties on the moon, and howled at the earth
We lived off love, it was all we had to eat
when you split you took all the wisdom
and left me the worry