June 2011
5 posts
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Four Small Things
Lily Hoang
Blue
Blue like what are your eyes? Blue like swollen oceans or blue like sullen lapis, blue like coronation marches or blue like bruised sadness, blue like nothing like mine, not a shade of same, makes for magnificence, that smallness of difference, comely and becoming—everything.
Pen
To you who will pen my life story: Do not forget the relentless reproduction of chores, always,...
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Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves and turned some sharp corners the whole pasture looked like our meal we didn’t need speedometers we could manage cocktails out of ice and water I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you...
“The thing about me is that the closer I get to anything, the more convinced I become that I’m never going to get there.”
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John
Recently, I’ve been doing everything I can to get to that place where there’s nothing in the world except me and it feels the way it feels to be drunk on an empty stomach after two nights without sleep. Would you let me lay you down if I told you that some mornings, some nights, some afternoons, all I want, still, is for you to tell me to come home. I’m in love. I’m in...
May 2011
9 posts
“RUBBING
I once saw a painter smear black paint
on a bad blue sky,
then rub...”
– Stephen Dunn (via thesemightysecrets)
“I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the...”
– Vladimir Nabokov (via clavicola) (via weatethebirds)
“She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby”
– Richard Brautigan (via ahuntersheart)
“I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I...”
– Mary Oliver (“Dogfish”). (via celestialteap0t)
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich. Thank you, Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
April 2011
2 posts
March 2011
3 posts
She said that she was wrong, that it wasn’t all fear, that there was sadness too. She said, sadness was more frightening even than fear because it runs deeper than flesh, than blood, than the bones of your ribcage. It’s worse than fury or terror, because at least when you are caught inside of that sort of emotion, you can spit and scream and throw fire to get it out of you. When you are afraid you...
February 2011
22 posts
Unbearable Lightness of Being
“I used to admire believers”, Tomas continued. “I thought they had an odd transcendental way of perceiving things which was closed to me. Like clairvoyants, you might say. But my son’s experience proves that faith is actually quite a simple matter. He was down and out, the Catholics took him in, and before he knew it, had had faith. So it was gratitude that decided the issue, most likely. Human...
“Être étranger, c’est être sous l’eau quand d’autres vous parlent à la surface,...”
– Tania de Montagne, Chez vous en France, p. 326. (via a4rizm)
“it was like that, and after that, it was still like that, only
all the time.”
– love won’t save us
Admission by Jerry Williams
If an artist becomes too idealistic, he will commit suicide, because between his ideal and his actual ability there is a great gap. Because there is no bridge long enough to go across the gap, he will begin to despair. That is the usual spiritual way. —D. T. Suzuki, from Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind
An autumn shadow draws across my room. This morning’s remedy hasn’t kicked in. I’m losing the...
“The night I met you I wrote It is possible I have imagined my entire life.”
– Sarah Manguso- “Address to an absent lover”
365 Things that Never Happened
“Sometimes I see something so moving I know I’m not supposed to linger. See it...”
– Don DeLillo (Underworld)
So Yesterday: Date A Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie... →
littlemissdorkette:
(In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.)
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a…
“I have filled 3 Mead notebooks trying to figure out whether it was Them or Just...”
– David Foster Wallace (A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments)
January 2011
27 posts
"The Body in Pain" by Jillian Weise
For a long while I was with you & faithful as I was to the black hair dye on aisle eight, as good at covering-up. For a long while I gave you to the stage in exchange for Aunt March in Little Women, Laura Wingfield in The Glass Menagerie. It felt entirely like an act, but wasn’t. The curved back of the spinster, the clunky leg. I read the lines like hell I read them aloud and clear I...
“The solid weight of the Pomegranate is a real thing.
Everything else is a...”
– theysaid: steve mueske // the Shrike in the Garden of Machinery
