Sanctuary;

I shall not want

I want
nothing but music
peanut butter pancakes
my mother’s smile
my warm bed
and an endless sleep 

I must not forget
that even though I’m going now
the world will still be there
for me to return to
someday

Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

I have just returned and I still like words.

May I have a few with you?

Robert Pirosh
385 Madison Avenue
Room 610
New York
Eldorado 5-6024

—

My new favorite job application letter, from 1934. He ended up winning an Oscar for screenwriting!

(via Letters of Note)

We like words too. (via good)

(Source: megangreenwell, via erinwyso)

waterfall

and it feels like I’m falling apart
the bits of me once held together somehow
(by some sort of moral glue)
and it feels like I’m not the same
it was more out of anger and the cold and the nearness of you
than out of my desire I never even had the time to realize
before you’d already started and
I fell upon your lips
when I couldn’t see straight where my own were
falling, falling
a cascade made of brown ale, chapped lips,
a scruffy beard, and how close they were sitting together
and the way he looked at her
I doubt she could even see him;
choosing not to wear the glasses she needed
in order to so please his eyes
and ruin hers
but I hope she’s happy
I hope she wins
I’m out of the game
that I created

I used to believe in bells
and that if I wore them around my ankles
someone would believe I was a fairy
and the sounds that they made when I walked
were my language,
high and foreign
ting-tinging.

I used to believe I could fly
feet up, happy thought
let yourself float up
I used to fool myself
but sometimes I flew 
in bright blue hot mineral waters
in a city I didn’t love
but a place in it I did
they might have been prettier,
skinnier, had brighter eyes, whiter teeth
they couldn’t fly
but I could
and it was easy.

I heard the song you wrote for her
in her name
and it was the most beautiful tune
I’d ever heard
and I could finally see
my music for you
could never be
the way yours was for her

pedanticpersiflage:

Another

Exhausted

Insomniac

Overworked

Underslept

(and sometimes)

Yearning

the snow didn’t change
much but the light
the snow didn’t change
much but the earth
the snow didn’t change
much
but your eyes—
reflected in them now
a world full of wonder
a world that could now
see the sun
after knowing the snow 

The snow had fallen hard
the night before they left 
and on the flowers 
the ice began to stick;
heavy and cold,
they hung their heads
but in wait of the spring
found strength in their roots
to brave the winter 

the snowflakes fell
like a thousand feathers
from birds
shedding their winter wings
in search of spring

“I’ll be home, in a little while”

country
of strange sounds
half an hour angry lecture
on the word   compreremo 
no smiles
expensive tears 
long flights
long e-mails
thick coats
I was unprotected
too many words 
too many pages
not enough time
too much time
I’ll be home in a little while 
lover, I’ll be home 
but why did I leave
what was I looking for
and how did I ever expect to find it