I'm a husband. And a dad. I'm making a Hulk quilt for my daughter. My wife gives the best massages and I'm not just saying that. I once jumped off a bridge because my friend did so hypotheticals mean nothing to me.
  • "Do I contradict myself?
    Very well then I contradict myself,
    I am large, I contain multitudes."
    Walt Whitman (via awelltraveledwoman)

    (Source: alexanderguns, via awelltraveledwoman)

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  • Reinaldo Arenas, Cuban poet and exile

    (Source: recitethis.com)

  • thepianofarm:

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    We hold many worlds inside our hands. When those worlds end up connecting, what strange and wondrous feeling can move through us, even more so when those worlds connect themselves separate from anything we have done to do such. Such a good feeling when this large world is made smaller.

    I…

    The great Anis Mojgani talking about a great music blog that covered a great song he did on a great album. Yes, that’s a lot of greats.

    (via weorme)

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    thepianofarm:

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    Last night after the end of the world had already begun, I woke briefly from my dreams to touch my foot to yours. What a shining necklace that hangs inside the middle of my body.

    photos via Lukas Kozmus

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  • Pablo just kills me.

    Photo courtesy of Lizabean

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  • One of my favorite poets, Anis Mojgani.

    (Source: porcupine-olgy)

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  • One of Pablo Neruda’s writing desks. I think from his house in Isla Negra.

    *from Absence and Remembrance by Alistair Reid

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  • A tradition quoted by the Bab, forerunner of Baha’u’llah (the Founder of the Baha’i Faith). Dawnbreakers p.258.

    *Picture by lizabean.

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  • "Ye are the stars in the heaven of understanding."

    alaskatapes:

    “We cannot fall, simply land.”

    thepianofarm:

    TEDxConcordiaUPOrtland March 31, 2012

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  • Even though he’s one of my favorite authors I’d never ready any of Borges’ poetry until I came across this…

    *Beautiful picture courtesy of Liza - thank you!

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  • Unfortunate that it’s a Levi’s commercial, but this is the only known recording of Walt Whitman’s voice.

     (by homotography)

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  • "I dream too much and I don’t write enough and I’m trying to find God everywhere."
    Anis Mojgani (via theorthodoxheretic)

    (Source: utopiaorapocalypse, via kowaiau)

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  • Damn he could read a poem.

    "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" by Dylan Thomas, read by himself (by GottfriedGeist)

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  • 7 years ago today she passed. This was the poem I wrote to deal with it. The second poem I ever wrote out of only 5 or 6, still a little rough around the edges.

    I think I’m about 2 in this picture, just after we came here from Chile. I miss her.

     

    The Birth

    My world became unhinged
    There were 2 pillars in my life (at least)-
    Mother, Father.
    The doctor came back and shook one of those pillars.

    He said we’d lose that pillar in 6 to 9 months.
    In the time it takes for a birth we might have a death.

    I knew it would happen sooner or later,
    but sooner?

    But in that span of death we saw a birth.
    And like every birth it was a miracle.
    My Mother grew stronger than she’d ever been-
    just try and mess with her now.
    And after years of morning sickness and labor we felt the birth
    of family unity.

    And I,
    I felt understanding kicking inside me.
    For in that excruciating beautiful moment I felt It.
    The indescribable pain felt by the Beauty.
    In that God given moment I felt Him
    Felt Him in a way no measure of comfort can bring
    It was Him
    His suffering.

    That damn blessed doctor brought me the news that I could take a step towards God.

    You who gave birth to the two of us also gave birth to this. 

    Thank you, Mom.

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