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my name is axel marazzi and i eat words for breakfast.

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“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute.”

– John Keating

“Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.”

– Wendell Berry, Sabbaths

Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray.
When I tried to stand again, I couldn’t move,
my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that?
Through the birches, I could see the pond.
The sun was cutting small white holes in the water.

I got up finally; I walked down to the pond.
I stood there, brushing the grass from my skirt, watching myself,
like a girl after her first lover
turning slowly at the bathroom mirror, naked, looking for a sign.
But nakedness in women is always a pose.
I was not transfigured. I would never be free.

– Louise Glück

“With the need for the self in the time of another
I left my seaport grim and dear
knowing good work could be made
in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.”

– Roman Payne

“Only in books the flat and final happens,
Only in dreams we meet and interlock…”

– Philip Larkin

“Be there a picnic for the devil,
an orgy for the satyr,
and a wedding for the bride.”

– Roman Payne

“When there’s a moon the shadows in the house grow larger;
invisible hands draw back the curtains,
a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dust
of the piano…”

– Yiannis Ritsos

Ode to Spring

Did I live the spring I’d sought?
It’s true in joy, I walked along,
took part in dance,
and sang the song.
and never tried to bind an hour
to my borrowed garden bower;
nor did I once entreat
a day to slumber at my feet.

Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song,
like morning birds they pass along,
o’er crests of trees, to none belong;
o’er crests of trees of drying dew,
their larking flight, my hands, eschew
Thus I’ll say it once and true…

From all that I saw,
and everywhere I wandered,
I learned that time cannot be spent,
It only can be squandered.”

― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

“I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young.”

– Peter Meinke