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

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“Crystal ball and candle light, I want your dance tonight. Show me the power of love as we stand together in the middle of the night.”

– Santosh Kalwar

“It was not in me It came and went
I wanted to hold it It was held by wine
(I no longer know what it was)”

– Rainer Maria Rilke

“I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never have existed but who had certainly written another poem nonetheless, and just never had the chance to commit it to ink and the page.”

– Steve Erickson, Rubicon Beach

“A pear should come to the table popped with juice,
Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms
Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.”

– Wallace Stevens

“At five in the afternoon.
It was exactly five in the afternoon.
A boy brought the white sheet
at five in the afternoon.
A frail of lime ready prepared
at five in the afternoon.
The rest was death, and death alone.”

– Federico García Lorca

“July 4th fireworks exhale over the Hudson sadly.
It is beautiful that they have to disappear.
It’s like the time you said I love you madly.
That was an hour ago. It’s been a fervent year.”

– Frederick Seidel

“Cuando vayamos al mar
yo te diré mi secreto:
Me envuelve, pero no es ola…
Me amarga…, pero no es sal…”

– Dulce María Loynaz

My Papa’s Waltz

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.” 

― Theodore Roethke

“Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as
the image of my father, whose life
was spent like this,
thinking of death, to the exclusion
of other sensual matters,
so in the end that life
was easy to give up, since
it contained nothing: even
my mother’s voice couldn’t make him
change or turn back
as he believed
that once you can’t love another human being
you have no place in the world.”

– Louise Glück

“The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson