ratrapss:

from BEAUTY WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME by Mark Leidner

ratrapss:

from BEAUTY WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME by Mark Leidner

reblogged from kdecember

Photograph from September 11 by Wisława Szymborska

They jumped from the burning floors—
one, two, a few more,
higher, lower.
The photograph halted them in life,
and now keeps them   
above the earth toward the earth.
Each is still complete,
with a particular face
and blood well hidden.
There’s enough time
for hair to come loose,
for keys and coins
to fall from pockets.
They’re still within the air’s reach,
within the compass of places
that have just now opened.
I can do only two things for them—
describe this flight
and not add a last line.
Dispatch from the Future by Leigh Stein

Dispatch from the Future by Leigh Stein

Summer by Heather Christle

Today you find yourself guilty
as the rim you split
an egg against
You press charges
You spell out your name
like the letters are medals
for good conduct in a bad war
The night moves in with you
into your room
until even your sleep
is not your own
Through the window
the grass tells you
to give up
and you are trying
but on the other hand
things keep you:
the moon, the cars, cars
You undress yourself
more deeply down
like this is the way
to get to the future
You let the darkness
medically examine you
So much can’t be
put back together
To burn the house down
to burn the house up
It’s the same problem
in any direction
You’re matter
You turn on the light

from the donation box and Russia with love

lighght, a one word poem by Aram Saroyan.Learn more about Saroyan, his super minimal poetry and the controversy they created at The Poetry Foundation.

lighght, a one word poem by Aram Saroyan.

Learn more about Saroyan, his super minimal poetry and the controversy they created at The Poetry Foundation.

A Little Called Pauline by Gertrude Stein

A little called anything shows shudders.

Come and say what prints all day. A whole few watermelon. There is no pope.

No cut in pennies and little dressing and choose wide soles and little spats really little spices.

A little lace makes boils. This is not true.

Gracious of gracious and a stamp a blue green white bow a blue green lean, lean on the top.

If it is absurd then it is leadish and nearly set in where there is a tight head.

A peaceful life to arise her, noon and moon and moon. A letter a cold sleeve a blanket a shaving house and nearly the best and regular window.

Nearer in fairy sea, nearer and farther, show white has lime in sight, show a stitch of ten. Count, count more so that thicker and thicker is leaning.

I hope she has her cow. Bidding a wedding, widening received treading, little leading mention nothing.

Cough out cough out in the leather and really feather it is not for.

Please could, please could, jam it not plus more sit in when.

aviewfromyourdesk:

Circulation Desk, Highland Park Public Library, Highland Park, IL

That’s us!

aviewfromyourdesk:

Circulation Desk, Highland Park Public Library, Highland Park, IL

That’s us!

reblogged from aviewfromyourdesk
My First Memory (of Librarians) by Nikki Giovanni

My First Memory (of Librarians) by Nikki Giovanni

Monsters by Dorothea Lasky

This is a world where there are monsters
There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks
There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed.
There is one monster. He is my little one.
I talk to my little monster.
I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him.
I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster!
And he growls, oh boy does he growl!
And he wants something from me,
He wants my soul.
And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul
And as he eats my gleaming soul, I am one with him
And stare out his eyepits and I see nothing but white
And then I see nothing but fog and the white I had seen before was nothing but fog
And there is nothing but fog out the eyes of monsters.