obit:
4. Lauren
obit:
4. Lauren
Chimamanda Adichie - TED
unfurling her wisdom
Voices
You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear’s inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you.







Picasso’s light drawings?? whut?! this is so awesome.
Picasso’s Light Drawings
(Source: alecshao)
When the poet cannot write
the poet should write about it
Wake up in inspiration’s bed and scream
the sour morning breath of inertia away
before she pre-empts, precludes, perforates, panics, prunes and punishes
her thoughts
finding insult in the laughter of her own humour
Is this a challenge of honesty or has she grown weary of it’s lilt?
The jazz now sounds like country;
the semolina now takes like sago;
the cassis now smells like marmite.
Must she analyse it, make a science of it?
Make a stupid list
to feel finished and unfinished
1. Today my words are just words and how depressing it is…

Never meet your heroes
when they have facial wipes
wrapped around digits
dulling their sheen with alcohol
Don’t mistake the glass of water
as a welcoming gesture
it’s for the old dentures
These heroes are timeless
it’s a shame about the enamel
As PeggySue and the Pirates wobbled Superman
up close it is a wrinkly maverick
all underpants and tears
And what on earth will you talk about?
annoying yourself with chatter as he plucks the hairs from his knuckles…
The hero is not a man of words
so the next time you meet one
lay down twisted
feigning forlorn
whisper backwards into your nostrils
let that face flush, eyes water
As he fumbles to your rescue
shaking the webs from his cape the shape
he makes before dipping you up,
will look something like an autograph