bones and ash,
the roots of weeds
Drunk on music,
who needs wine?
let’s go dancing
still got feet."David Budbill, “Tomorrow”
"Fear envelopes bones like new skin,
envelopes blood with night’s skin,
the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet—
it is not your hair but the terror in your head,
like long hair made of vertical nails,
and what you see are not shattered streets,
but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,
your frustrated infinity …"Pablo Neruda, “Cataclysm, Part X”
"Regardless there’s something beautiful about stating the obvious. All of us do it in those moments when we can’t believe it we have to say it. It’s like pinching yourself to make sure you’re awake.
Take for example something as simple as touching someone; we so often say, ‘You’re so soft.’ And the person that touched them last may have said it for the twenty-eighth time, but today, I’m number twenty-nine. And I’m not saying it for her benefit; I’m saying it for mine. Because there’s almost seven billion people in the world, half of which are men, the number of them is 3.5 billion, pretty fucking cool that I was number twenty-nine."Shane Koyczan, “More Often Than Sometimes”