Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it.
Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
- (and begin again!) William Faulkner (via observando)
Dora Fournier Gabillon by Hans Makart
The part where she sings "let the storm rage OOOOOOONNN," though.
Adele Dazeem is really killing it, she should think about going onto broadway..
Syllables! Syllables! My heart is in my mouth, I put
her foot in my mouth, my mouth was stopped, not that this
To be human is a syndrome
And no marker, no, not my tongue can wag that not-dog
The homeless arm drags,
Eye wanders from its orbit.
I lie in bed amidst the trickles, my candle blows out,
Tissue thickens and deposits they compress, they seem no
Longer mobile, the be-
Longing slips away,
The lung congests, say ah,
What memory, what gives?
It is the bat slips its fur.
The flying worm slips its skin.
The angel sheds its light, it is a baby
Balanced on the pan against the folds and corrugations,
A pink pointed shoe, priapic but a sheath for my eye.