rawedout

Thursday, June 5, 2014

everything is illuminated . 2

“From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be mistaken for light--a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut's eyes.

In about one and a half centuries--after the lovers who made the glow will have long been laid permanently on their backs--metropolises will be seen from space. They will glow all year. Smaller cities will also be seen, but with great difficulty. Shtetls will be virtually impossible to spot. Individual couples, invisible.

The glow is born from the sum of thousands of loves: newlyweds and teenagers who spark like lighters out of butane, pairs of men who burn fast and bright, pairs of women who illuminate for hours with soft multiple glows, orgies like rock and flint toys sold at festivals, couples trying unsuccessfully to have children who burn their frustrated image on the continent like the bloom a bright light leaves on the eye after you turn away from it.

Some nights, some places are a little brighter. It's difficult to stare at New York City on Valentine's Day, or Dublin on St. Patrick's. The old walled city of Jerusalem lights up like a candle on each of Chanukah's eight nights...We're here, the glow...will say in one and a half centuries. We're here, and we're alive.”

everything is illuminated

Monday, May 26, 2014

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

I breathed you in like air, exhaled you like fire...

Monday, May 5, 2014

a little delicate

This is for the all the wasted moments.
The moments I threw away to doubt and fear.
I’ve found a place to put them.
Today, I’m feeling a little different.
I’m feeling a little delicate.

I’m going to put those moments away, tuck them behind my mind.
I’m going to enjoy every beautiful thing we build together.

- mf

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

your ego is what talks to you
when you're not paying attention
to your soul

I jump to your love the way a thought jumps to another thought.
effortless. without a plan.

Friday, March 14, 2014

you know what I take seriously?
the inability some have out there when they're dealing with one or none of something. When I think about the stars and the infinite space around us, that shit's pretty serious. Or the idea of a pregnant mother never getting a chance to meet her child. Or a child never getting a chance to meet his or her mother. I mean, that's serious stuff. That's the ache I can feel for, the sorry I can understand it's depth to. But to take myself too seriously? This life? To become consumed by it? I simply can't justify it. And I'm serious when I say that.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

the worthy ache

It’s not love until it hurts. My heart boils and with little bursts, it grows wings that crave flight. I’m leaving the fight, against what might, work and not work. I’m setting myself free for you, take me entirely, love me selfishly, need me excessively and consume my sanity. I don’t exist in time with you, I find myself looking…but for no escape, just looking – admiring, wondering, seeking more & more of what might be pain. The worthy ache. An anxiety I want to let in.

It’s not love until it hurts.

- MF

Friday, January 17, 2014

American Hustle "Poisonous Choices"

Between Christian Bale's ability to still be sexy and charming with his comb over, bad posture and stubbly belly, and Amy Adam's intense glares she shoots at Irving because she just can't help but .... want him - this movie definitely gets my vote for #1 of 2013. I had to watch it twice to catch the subliminal messaging (the fishing story, Rosalyn's sweet and sour nail polish). Bale for an Oscar? Hell yes. Sorry Leo, yet again I didn't feel that naturalism from you.