January 2010
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this just made me cry →
what i miss about being single
being called gorgeous. the way it happens, on the first night you meet a guy and he is kissing you, then pulls back and looks at you like you are the rarest and most awe-inspiring thing in the universe. gorgeous, he says, and touches your cheek maybe, kisses you again and there is a light inside both of you maybe blurred a little by the alcohol but that isn’t the point. gorgeous, he says,...
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“But then you go on and you realize that the book is readable nevertheless,...”
– Italo Calvino, from If on a winter’s night a traveler
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Top 10 Drunk American Writers →
poetbabble:
wonderlandcomplex:
(via femmefemmefemme)
lmaoo bukowski <333 gotta love him.
I fell in love with Harry Crews the summer I was 20. An American Childhood: Biography of a Place is, imho, his great work. Glad to see his mug again.
this makes me happy
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“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could...”
– Bukowski (via libraries) (via poetbabble)
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I’ve been doing some thinking lately, about choices, and boundaries. Like, at what point are you no longer able to say, “yeah I made a bad decision this once, but I’m not a bad person,” or, “yeah that’s how I’ve mistakenly been perceived to be, but it’s not who I really am.” Because what are our lives, if not a series of small-seeming choices,...
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Desire
A space must be maintained or desire ends. —Anne Carson
The sun applies itself and bends, tries to debut on my ankle, tries to copyright my body. Because of you I let the sun iron my back until it combusts. I let the waves swindle my body, enter all of its cavities. I let the airplane in the sky disappear, just as the white clothes on the line become the wind. It is not space I desire, but...
“It’s got something to do with love. With having the discipline to talk out of...”
– Dfw on Good Writing via zadie smith. Discipline indeed. (via meaghano)
so.
after seeing a smattering of posts quoting italo calvino, and reblogs of those posts, and looking at his books on amazon, i decided to buy if on a winter’s night a traveler. thanks to the rain, the snow was finally melted enough for me to get my car out of the driveway. so, i went to barnes and noble, and it was just as wonderful as i remember it being (bookstores are my...
“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
– E.E. Cummings (via julie911) (via quote-book) (via wonderlandcomplex)
/lol
meaghano:
Me: mom the first movie I saw was Splash?! That’s terrible. Mom: Mea, you were two weeks old it’s not like you’d remember it.
my sister is named madison. they got the idea from that movie. which is a great fucking movie btw. :)
jesus espresso vodka is basically the best idea ever.
why i am not a painter
lafave:
ebats:
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have sardines in it.” “Yes, it needed something there.” “Oh.” I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on,...
Poetry Daily: Folie à Deux, by Geoffrey O'Brien →
I don’t have it, but there it is, we’re supposed to and I don’t, or even know what it means given the fluid event, so I feel it’s a combination of things, essentially all of them, gone.
(The above is my favorite part, I think. That, and the last two lines.)
Ok so, I don’t know what this poem means but who says we have to understand poetry to like it. According...
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Ke$ha, “Blah Blah Blah”
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this isn't even a joke
so, last.fm told me:
the week of 12/7-12/13, ke$ha was my most listened to artist. 91 plays.
on the one hand, damn you finals.
on the other hand, thinking about that made me want to start playing her songs. listening to “blah blah blah” as i type this. she’s so bad that she’s good.
there is crack in her music.
[come put a little love in my glovebox wanna dance with no...
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Spring Planting
Today I plant bougainvillea and hyacinth. Tomorrow, crocus and candied pansies.
I am gardening, but my mind is tilling. The crows enter my yard. They remind me of ink slabs
Chinese calligraphers used—not until mixed with water did their ink breathe and broth.
Each morning, goat-hair brush in hand, they sat near willows, against a dropping moon, drew
all they knew of mist, of hillocks, of...
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More and More
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with oxygen and live by a harmless green burning. I would not consume you or ever finish, you would still be there surrounding me, complete as the air. Unfortunately I don’t have leaves. Instead I have eyes and teeth and...
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P&W 50 Most Inspiring Authors →
some of these i really want to check out but…
barack obama? seriously? on a list with gabriel garcia marquez, donald hall, toni morrison, j.d. salinger, elie wiesel, etc…are you kidding me?! yeah yeah i know he’s a super cool guy and all but jesus. sure, he published a memoir. so have most politicians. rargh. if i were a famous writer who could’ve made it onto this list...
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Murmur
I’ve always had this hole inside my heart; it’s literal, and every two years needs machines with cords taped into me and plugged by nurses with their gelid hands. In truth
it’s never caused me trouble, or not much. I need my prophylaxis certain times, like anybody; don’t much mind gray eyes of residents who promenade to see
(or, rather, hear) my fault when I’m laid...
“There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it...”
– Mayra Hornbacher, Wasted (via julie911) (via quote-book) (via selfdoubt)
and the snow begins
It’s falling pretty thickly, first snow of the season, beautiful 6-10 inches coming down tonight and tomorrow. I’m looking forward to an evening curled up with a book or watching a movie—which is basically what I’ve done every evening since I’ve come home, but when there’s snow outside it feels different.
Sometimes I wish I had friends here, that I’d kept...
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For Grace, After A Party
. You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t interest . me, it was love for you that set me afire, . and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings . writhe and bear the fruit of screaming....
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Variations on the Word Sleep
bucklemyshoe:
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear
I would like...
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“Isn’t language amazing? I can’t get over it. Sometimes you can just...”
– Victor Lodato, from Mathilda Savitch (I don’t know why the reviews on amazon were so mixed, I thought it was a solidly good book)
“Your passion always makes me feel like a cloud the wind detaches (at last) from...”
– James Suchuyler, in a letter to Frank O’Hara
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Things I Want to Say - by Eireann Lorsung
This so much makes me want to buy her book:
beenthinking:
Your brother lost his virginity at seventeen. The dark upstairs, your parents asleep in one room: he was there, where passing cars made movies out of light and his walls - alone with a girl, some girl, who knows which girl it was. I know you were in the same house, another girl, two years older, same late kind of night. All...
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“Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander...”
– Vladimir Nabokov, “A Letter That Never Reached Russia. (via littlewhiskey) (via sometimesagreatnotion)
oh, v. nabokov. oh, happiness. oh, loneliness.
(via littlepotato)
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
I want to say something about how true and wonderful this is but I can’t until I finish that goddamn paper:
thingsidontunderstandand:
What he said: “I do not care.”
What he meant: “I need you to make it seem like you care even less than that.”
i dont have time for this but
ok I’m supposed to be writing this paper, and I’m at the top of page 3 and I have to get to 15 by 11:59, it is 7:04, jesus what am I doing writing a blog entry even if its only copying a quote BUT I just had to put this out into the internet-world:
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years… …Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new...
what i would say if my life were a movie
…but don’t worry it isn’t, so i’ll only write it:
one day you’re gonna need someone like me, to get to the bottom of everything
or:
you’re more than just a boy i got drunk with and kissed sometimes. i wrote poems for you, goddammit.
and maybe one day all these things i haven’t said will assemble themselves into some wonderful piece of something with...
excerpt from The Identity Event, by Erik Anderson →
oh hello erik anderson, you’re the new love of my life
“It’s all—everything—predicated on the premise: nothing will happen the night fall and all that happens eclipsed
by the nothing that won’t and the nothing that will.”
oh yes you’re my soul mate. and it’s even just luck that I found this, how much do i love the internet you ask and i...
Poetry Daily: Gold River, by Catie Rosemurgy →