Dancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Thus weary of the world, away she hies,And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aidTheir mistress mounted through the empty skiesIn her light chariot quickly is convey'd;Holding their course to Paphos, where their queenMeans to immure herself and not be seen. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They are what we hold on with, nothing else. They are as valuable in themselves as rope with nothing to be tied to. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
See it was like this when we waltz into this place.A couple of papish cats is doing an Aztec two-stepAnd I says Dad let's cutbut then this dame comes up behind me see and says you and me could really existWow I says Only the next day she has bad teeth and really hates poetry. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
and if iif i ever let love gobecause the hatred and the whisperingsbecome a phantom dictate i o-bey in lieu of impulse and realities(the blossoming flamingos of mywild mimosa trees)then let love freeze meout.(from i must become a menace to my enemies) Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Ξέρω: κηρύγματα καὶ ρητορεῖες πάλι, θὰ πεῖς.Ἔ ναὶ λοιπόν! Κηρύγματα καὶ ρητορεῖες.Σὰν πρόκες πρέπει νὰ καρφώνονται οἱ λέξειςΝὰ μὴν τὶς παίρνει ὁ ἄνεμος. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>