I’m Moushumi Ghosh (call me Mo). Poet, writer, 9-to-5er.


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Jul 27, 2014
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Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

— Carolyn Kizer (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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Jul 24, 2014
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There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own Soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

— Carl C. Jung


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Jul 24, 2014
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In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent.

— Samuel Beckett (via tuesdaysinjanuary)

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Jul 13, 2014
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The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention.

— Rachel Naomi Remen  (via thatkindofwoman)

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Jul 13, 2014
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Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

— Carl Jung (via thecalminside)

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Jul 13, 2014
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The Dragon is a more enduring animals than a pterodactyl. I have never yet met anyone who really believes in a pterodactyl; but every honest person believes in dragons - down in the back kitchen of his consciousness.

— Kenneth Grahame (via philipjfoster)


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My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.

— Unknown (via roadtothesacred)

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Jul 11, 2014
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Innerbird

Barry Spacks
This bird, this Innerbird - she means you well,
but clenches in at times so very small
she’s hard, tight, an acorn, a stomach pain …
in other moods you feel her fluttering
like the purple wide-sleeved garment of a queen,
frantic within you - a wild queen’s will
stirring your farthest reaches till you scheme
to set her free. That wish leads you to know
you’re her idea: this bird invented you;
your purposes and due-dates are her trap,
her cage of concepts, arbitrary as a map
holding Montenegro, Montana, to one special place.
Go transparent. Disappear. And then the bird’s released. 
But never give that unbound bird your name,
or again she’s small within you, seed within a cell.
Your absence lets her soar forth at her will - 
at last she has no wrappings but the air,
but sweeps out hugely, and is everywhere.

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Jul 11, 2014
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Notes on Books: Drown and The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao »

A few thoughts on two books of Junot Díaz on my blog.


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Jul 8, 2014
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