February 2012
“If I cannot sing, then
make me mute. Or lend me
words, send me
the taste of...”
– Dilruba Ahmed, from “Petition” (via proustitute)
BROWN PENNY
I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till...
“Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books,...”
– Jeanette Winterson, from Why I adore the night (via mirroir)
