Poetryphile
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I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up... 👤 @mahsan_ap
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Poetryphile
2019-05-19 

“Beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages… a beautiful object must always follow certain rules.

A beautiful nose shouldn’t be longer than that or shorter than that, on the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, or as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibility. Beauty is finite, ugliness is infinite like God.”
— Umberto Eco; On The History Of Ugliness.
Poetryphile
2019-05-19 

Hunger surmounts hunger, the sprit spits on the body, the heart chews on the heart, for the sake of the other.

Robert Mezey
Poetryphile
2019-05-19 

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart ; i am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger

George Luis Borges
🖌 Bernardino Mei
Poetryphile
2019-05-19 

I will give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger

Richard Siken
Poetryphile
2019-02-20 

“I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Poetryphile
2019-02-11 

Nothing ceases to exist – there is no example of this in nature..

.There is an entire mass of things that cannot rationally explained. There are newborn thoughts that have not yet found form. How foolish to deny the existence of the soul. After all, that a life has begun, that cannot be denied. It is necessary to believe in immortality, insofar as it can be demonstrated that the atoms of life or the spirit of life must continue to exist after the body’s death. But of what does it exist, this characteristic of holding a body together, causing matter to change and develop, this spirit of life? I felt it as a sensual delight that I should become one with – become this earth which is forever radiated by the sun in such a constant ferment and which lives – lives – and which will grow plants from my decaying body – trees and flowers – and the sun will warm them and I will exist in them – and nothing will perish – and that is eternity.
Edvard Much – behind the scream, Sue Prideaux
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Poetryphile
2019-02-05 

It is enough that the arrows fit exactly in the wounds that they have made.

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in “Diaries,”
Poetryphile
2019-02-05 

I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished ..

Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in “Diaries”
Poetryphile
2019-02-02 

You must know that moment. When the miserable world cracks open. You finally meet someone

Suddenly the chapter's written
Six months with nothing other
Than a duvet and a jug of water
It's a chemical jackpot babe
And we've got the winning number
Give me the first six months of love
Give me the first six months of love
Before the truth comes spilling out
Before you open your big mouth
One of the finest things in life
Gone on a serotonin ride
God knows I've waited long enough
Give me the first six months
First six months of love
Before begin the dissections
Before the therapy sessions
We danced the night we met
Now we need dancing lessons
Remember how it all began
We must not let habit set in
Come up the stairs, let's recommence
The first six months over again
Give me the first six months of love
Give me the first six months of love
Before the truth comes spilling out
Before you open your big mouth
One of the finest things in life
Gone on a serotonin ride
Babe if we gonna stick it out
Give me the first six months
First six months of love
Poetryphile
2019-01-25 

“HADES : Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.”

— Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors