Fucking Lunar

Like when the moon is full and sharks are circling you (Jason Bredle)

Dark Side of the Moon is worth 100 dead kids. Because a lot of kids wouldn’t even be born if it weren’t for that album, so it evens out (Bill Maher)

Full moon that faces a horizon giggling like little sprouts and just now just now is crestfallen (Yi Sang)

The moon is always female (Marge Piercy)

Late, late yestreen, I saw the new moon/with the old moon in her arms (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

How thin and sharp is the moon tonight! (Langston Hughes)

And Selenography as a book is the same as the moon, tangible yet distant, carved in voice like a face on the moon, with a layered and uncommon look, a moment not-easily-defined (J.A. Tyler)

Moon-ships that climbed the storms and cut the sky (Vachal Lindsey)

Today The Sky is Blue and White with/Bright Blue Spots and a Small Pale/Moon and I Will Destroy Our/Relationship Today (Tao Lin)

Praising a forehead called the moon (e.e. cummings)

The curled moon (Dante Gabriel Rosetti)

As if some Archangel was grinding out the music of the moon (William Rose Benet)

The sky glows with the moon (Gary Snyder)

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass (Anton Chekhov)

Where moon-eyed idiocy, with fallen lip/Drags the loose knee and intermitting step (Anne Seward)

And the moon spun round like a top (William Butler Yeats)

We choose to go to the moon (John F. Kennedy)

In a mirror shines/The distant moon (Mark Doty)

They call him hatchet-head, spoon-nose, moon-face (Sarah Goldstein)

The moon tonight feels my revenge (Matthew Simmons)

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right/White as a knuckle and terribly upset (Sylvia Plath)

Shut out that stealing moon (Thomas Hardy)

Pressed by the moon (Charlotte Smith)

I thought of moon-juice juleps (Tony Harrison)

And by the moon, the reaper weary (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

And I am hidden in the face of the moon (Mark Neely)

In the mountains of the moon, Uganda (Lorna Goodison)

O, your dazzling lamp, Lady Moon (Bob Rich)

The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray/Mounts up the eastern sky (Henry David Thoreau)

It was beautiful out and Elizabeth looked stunning and Aaron was over the moon (Amelia Gray)

The sum of the blood and the stone is a moon. (Ander Monson)

Stop throwing rocks at the moon (John Dermot Woods)

Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land (Matthew Arnold)

And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin’ brown and golden under a sinkin’ sun (Roy bean)

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life (Jean Paul)

Drinking alone with the Moon

From a pot of wine among the flowers,
I drank alone with no companion.
Raising the cup I asked the bright moon,
Bring me my shadow and make us three.
The moon cannot understand my drinking,
My shadow follows silently where I go.
The moon accompanies temporarily the shadow,
Take the opportunity to have a joyous time.
Moonlight wandering around when I sing,
The shadow floats along when I dance.
Enjoying to be friends while I am awake,
The companionship ends while I am drunk.
Let’s have friendship forever,
We will meet again in the vast sky.

Li Bai (701-762 A.D.)

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One response to “Fucking Lunar

  1. “And the moon, I forgot to mention the moon.” — David Berman

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