abiku

Ask me anything
Submit

(Source: abikuabiku)

(Source: abikuabiku)

The Suicides

It is hard for us to enter

the kind of despair they must have known
and because it is hard we must get in

by breaking
the lock if necessary

for we have not the key,
though for them there was no lock and the surrounding walls
were supple, receiving as waves, and they drowned
though not lovingly; it is we only
who must enter in this way.

 

Tempations will beset us, once we are in.
We may want to catalogue what they have stolen.
We may feel suspicion; we may even criticize the decor
of their suicidal despair, may perhaps feel
it was incongruously comfortable.

 

Knowing the temptations then
let us go in
deep to their despair and their skin and know
they died because words they had spoken
returned always homeless to them.

Janet Frame

(Source: gentlewave)

(Source: abikuabiku)

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams
Rest in peace.

allhailthehutch:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

Robin Williams

Rest in peace.

(via inmeumlocum)

Claude Monet » Water Lilies 

(Source: detailsdetales, via arctic-pacific)


today

summertime…

The sense of escape

(Source: abikuabiku)

summer

(Source: abikuabiku)


infinity

home, summer…