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Austin Kleon’s work rocks my socks in so many ways it’s ridiculous.  I’ve featured his work here before but I had to share this one with you as well:

(via: austinkleon.com)

A Blind Woman

Ted Kooser

She had turned her face up into 
a rain of light, and came on smiling.

The light trickled down her forehead 
and into her eyes. It ran down

into the neck of her sweatshirt 
and wet the white tops of her breasts.

Her brown shoes splashed on 
into the light. The moment was like

a circus wagon rolling before her 
through puddles of light, a cage on wheels,

and she walked fast behind it, 
exuberant, curious, pushing her cane

through the bars, poking and prodding, 
while the world cowered back in a corner

(via: 3quarksdaily)

Austin Kleon creates an amazing combination of visual art and fragmented poetry by blacking out newspaper articles/clippings and leaving only select words.  The piece below is hitting pretty close to home for me at the moment.

Sugarphone
Jim Culleny

Your voice on the telephone
is sugar to my ears.

Your electric breath nudging magnets,
eating miles as it comes – 
meeting relays, swelling,
exciting antennae…

Your voice runs with light.

It enters at absurd gates
convoluted to catch frequencies
of love and death; appendages
that on my young freshcut head
once stood out like pink wings.

Now on this motel phone
buried in blankets they catch you,
or what of you electricity brings.

Geography disappears.

Squeezed to bits by chips
you come juice sweet, and ease 
through the earpiece of this
sugarphone.

(via: 3quarksdaily)