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A Room of my Own
Literature, prose, poetry, words and more words...


"Open a book this minute and start reading. Don't move until you've reached page fifty. Until you've buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve."


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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale”

I have a stomach ache in my lungs.
It costs me plenty to breathe enough to keep up a soul.
Fernando Pessoa

O my heart broken so excessively by me being me!
Fernando Pessoa

I need to throw up, to throw up myself …
I’m so nauseated that if I could eat the universe just to spew it into the
sink, I’d do it.

Fernando Pessoa


what’s poetry? nobody knows. it changes. it works by itself
like a snail crawling up the side of a house.
Charles Bukowski, “kaakaa & other immolations”

they say that
nothing is wasted:
either that
or
it all is
Charles Bukowski

Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you.
— Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

songs-about-leaving:

Bright Eyes - Drunk Kid Catholic

songs-about-leaving:

Bright Eyes - Drunk Kid Catholic


explore-blog:

Open Culture digs up T.S. Eliot’s illustrated cover for Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats – later famously illustrated by the great Edward Gorey – and the author’s handwritten, hand-drawn manuscripts.

Pair with J.R.R. Tolkien’s illustrations for the original edition of The Hobbit and E.B. White’s rare illustrated manuscripts for Charlotte’s Web.

And are you reading the always-stimulating Open Culture? Okay, good.


Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.
— Khalil Gibran (via aphelia)