a lot like a thing you believe in

from the independent chicana tex-mex feminista in love

ay, pero mamacita you know you’re in trouble

when you want to do his laundry

and iron his jeans

and make him taquitos

from tortillas recién hechas— a mano


y, ay, mi hermanita i saw you lay out his slippers

and rub his feet with sáliva, saw you

walk to and from the kitchen

bringing everything before he

even thought to ask


ay, pero comadrita, this love makes me wish

i could wipe the slates blank

and think nothing of love

but pure joy in giving and giving and

i wish i could be new and innocent for him


from ani’mal, by ire’ne lara silva

I have nothing but praise now, for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot, because I miss people. I cry a lot because they die, and I can’t stop them. They leave me. And I love them more…And it’s what I dread, more than anything, is the isolation…. Oh God, there are such beautiful things in the world, which I will have to leave when I die. But I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.

—

- Maurice Sendak, in an interview with NPR’s Terry Gross, September 2011 (via johnsurico)

Today, we all love Maurice Sendak a little more. Thanks for bringing the wild rumpus and so many other beautiful stories into our lives. 

(via happiestonthedancefloor)

(via happiestonthedancefloor)

Vision Test

by Patricia Kirkpatrick 

The brain, like the earth, lies in layers.
Floaters dart and punch. I see the field.
My face stays numb. Keep your eye on the target.
Click the button when a light appears.
Last night I read “So little evidence is left
of what had vanished.” I can’t always follow directions.
The tumor pressed a lobe, charging
the amygdala, emotional core of the self.
In school they taught us that soil covers core
and mantle; mythology explains creation
and change. Now age drapes childhood;
my hair, the incision. I see a light but forget
to click. I didn’t remember dreams for a year.
How I’ve changed may not be apparent.

Source: Poetry (April 2012).

(Source: poetryfoundation.org)

We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.

— Albert Einstein (via sethcain)

Be what you speak, man. Never speak on what you be.

—Deep Puddle Dynamics