To A Dark Girl
I love you for your brownness, And the rounded darkness of your breast, I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And shadows where your wayward eyelids rest. Something of old forgotten queens Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk And something of the shackled slave Sobs in the rhythm of your talk. Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow’s mate, Keep all you have of queenliness,...
6 Types of Love
Eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
For the Record: Waking life →
nuuro: Creation comes out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.”…
gaws: I will forever love my father because he is the only man in the world that would write me a note saying “take out the garbage” and still sign it, date it, and stamp it.
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empact: desultory: marked by lack of definite plan or regularity or purpose; jumping from one thing to another
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