CONLEY LOWRANCE |
Poet | Co-Editor of the New Sincerity |
A blog dedicated to surrealism, aesthetics, and glam rock.
Kittens are on their way down to Charlottesville, Virginia. Their chance of finding a home down there is way higher.
Anyone in New York City looking two adopt two really sweet cats? They really need a forever home and I can’t have six…
Rainer Maria Rilke, ”Falling Stars,” translated from the German by Albert Ernest Flemming (via apoetreflects)
by Paul Eluard
I cannot be known
Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep
Have made for my man’s gleam
A better fate than for the common nights
Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth
In your eyes who reveal to us
Our endless solitude
Are no longer what they thought themselves to be
You cannot be known
Better than I know you.
Ted Berrigan (via uutpoetry)