Couldn't move today but at least I can write

It turns out that enjoying contemporary poets is not free. A bunch of creative writing majors sent me reading recommendations and I have been combing online communities as well, and about 90 percent of the poets yielded are not available at the public library. This means I might be spending more time on "established" "classics" like John Ashberry and Theodore Roethke, rather than finally reading Frank Stanford or more of this Zach Schomburg character whose blog I follow and who wrote a lovely love poem full of eyelashes.

I sometimes wish I had a ton of writer-followers so I could set up a large poll-like question such as, "What are your thoughts on the importance of accessing new books without purchase, or should us stingy folks just buckle down and read more reviews if we only have $20 to throw at literature and must therefore choose carefully?" But anyway.

Something awesome: this completely sexy poem by C.P. Cavafy

Body, Remember

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires for you that glowed plainly in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice-
and some chance obstacle made futile.
Now that all of them belong to the past,
it almost seems as if you had yielded to those desires-
how they glowed,
remember in the eyes gazing at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

Another something awesome: creepylovely modern ruins (source of photo)