Lou Eyrich.
Let the mundane-minded balk.
important
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Lou Eyrich.
Let the mundane-minded balk.
important
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especially LH and CP
check out muriel rukeyser, she’s the best/most badass
this woman had like three strokes and still lay on the senate floor to protest vietnam
also she wrote killer modernist poetry about environmental disaster, war, capitalism, and racism
Thanks for the suggestion! Oh lands, the baddest ass and I’m particularly into “Conjugation of the Paramecium” http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15667 and this excerpt from “Elegy in Joy” http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22181
I’ll definitely keep an eye out for more of her!
Also I see that post title. Well joked.
obligatory matilda reblog
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DIY Cap-Toe Shoes
Making these !!!I want to do this to some brown suede shoes and put a teal toe on them.
Can I call them your “teal-toed boots” even if they are not boots?
I mean while I’m at it. #Hutchsummer
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And now for more Hutchsummer essentials.
Janis Joplin - Me & Bobby McGee
Obligatory annual Janis, because she’s summer to me.
unbridled Pegasus, the winged fraternal twin
who kicked at Helicon, and from whose hoofprint sprung
the mirror flash among the cromlechs’ twilit
fossil hordes, the crumbling monuments of horror
—Amy Clampitt, Poetry, March 1985When you get over the anxiety, you discover you should have been mad a long time ago.—Amy Clampitt
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from Deaf Republic: 4
“You must speak not only of great devastation
but of women kissing in the yellow grass!”I heard this not from a philosopher
but from my brother Tonywho could do four haircuts in thirteen minutes,
his eyes closed, reciting our National Anthem to the mirror.“You must drink cucumber vodka and naked sing all night
Unite women and boys of the Earth!”He played the accordion out of tune in a country
where the only musical instrument is the door.“Speak not of great devastation”
so said my brother, who could not write or readbut spent his days covered in other people’s hair.
—Ilya Kaminsky, Poetry May 2009 (thanks to Lindsey!)
(Source: poetryfoundation.org)