Bob Dylan, Attic of the Alper family household, Brandywine Avenue, Schenectady, NY – Jan. 15, 1962.
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So much of space between us two
We kiss the planets when we kiss
No closeness ever shuts this out
So much of space between us two
We kiss the planets when we kiss
And all the ether knows your hand
And dust from Saturn foils my tongue
So much black light caresses us
No closeness ever shuts this out
But mouth from shoulder, thigh from thigh
Explosive air unwinds our love
So distance holds, so love is safe
We kiss the planets when we kiss
No closeness ever shuts this out
So much of space between us two
And all the ether knows your hand
And dust from Saturn foils my tongue
So much black light caresses us
But mouth from shoulder, thigh from thigh
Explosive air unwinds our love
So distance holds, so love is safe
Diane di Prima (via danceupontheplains)
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I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.
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Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions.
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Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.
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Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
Robert Brault (via fawun)
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