res odi & amo

poststop:

you and I, now,
when our briefly tiny light flickers out,
it’s night for us, one single
everlasting
Night.

(catullus via frank copley)

(via lesbiandeathbed)

I said to her, darling, I said

let’s LIVE and

let’s LOVE and

what do we care what those old

purveryors of joylessness say?

(catullus via frank copley)

speed, a pastoral - john forbes

it’s fun to take speed
& stay up all night
not writing those reams of poetry
just thinking about is bad for you
                       — instead your feelings
follow your career down the drain
& find they like it there
among an anthology of fine ideas, bound together
by a chemical in your blood
that lets you stare the TV in its vacant face
& cheer, consuming yourself like a mortgage
& when Keats comes to dine, or Flaubert,
you can answer their purities
with your own less negative ones — for example
you know Dransfield’s line, that once you become a junkie
you’ll never want to be anything else?
                    well, I think he died too soon,
as if he thought drugs were an old-fashioned teacher
& he was the teacher’s pet, who just put up his hand
                                        & said quietly, ‘Sir, sir’
                    & heroin let him leave the room.

justin hawkins was like my first celebrity crush i have bad taste in imaginary celebrity boyfriends

godzilla in mexico - roberto bolaño

Listen carefully, my son: bombs were falling
over Mexico City
but no one even noticed.
The air carried poison through
the streets and open windows.
You’d just finished eating and were watching
cartoons on TV.
I was reading in the bedroom next door
when I realized we were going to die.
Despite the dizziness and nausea I dragged myself
to the kitchen and found you on the floor.
We hugged. You asked what was happening
and I didn’t tell you we were on death’s program
but instead that we were going on a journey,
one more, together, and that you shouldn’t be afraid.
When it left, death didn’t even
close our eyes.
What are we? you asked a week or year later,
ants, bees, wrong numbers
in the big rotten soup of chance?
We’re human beings, my son, almost birds,
public heroes and secrets.

you and I, now,
when our briefly tiny light flickers out,
it’s night for us, one single
everlasting
Night.

(catullus via frank copley)

I said to her, darling, I said

let’s LIVE and

let’s LOVE and

what do we care what those old

purveryors of joylessness say?

(catullus via frank copley)