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October you fat month of gloom and poetry
It’s no longer your melodious graveyard air
Your night-yanked cypresses
Your lovely dead moon
It is October of me! My Power!
Alive with a joy a sparkle a laugh
That drops my woe and all woe to the floor
Like a shot spy

From ‘Power’, by Gregory Corso (via avanelle)

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Rainer Maria Rilke (via devilduck)

(via ricp)

Guys, if you can, do yourself a favor and pick up the Penguin Classics edition of Ovid’s The Erotic Poems. They are so surprisingly modern. Some of them even feel like they could be plucked from an okcupid message. I am alone, laughing in my room, enjoying something I thought would be tedious, and I want you to experience this too.