November 2011
6 posts
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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
—Azar Nafisi
We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are...
– Henry Miller
I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours I, 5
Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer...
– David Foster Wallace
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September 2011
8 posts
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You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...
– Azar Nafisi
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And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle...
– from Edward Hirsch, “Fall”
5 tags
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and...
– Frank O’Hara, Animals
I wasn’t lonely.
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life...
– Charles Bukowski (via mirroir)
I spent 5 days trying to find this in A Moveable Feast. Why did I think it was there?
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August 2011
1 post
July 2011
3 posts
a bright wall in a dark room.: Fast Five (2011) →
brightwalldarkroom:
PUT ON YOUR THUNDERWEAR, IT’S TIME TO GET FURIOUS!
by Chris Cantoni
Reviewing Fast Five requires one to develop previously non-existent words and then introduce them into the English language. How else would one describe “the best movie at being incredible” than by calling it …
June 2011
5 posts
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Sonnets to Orpheus, IV
O you tender ones, step now and then into the breath that takes no heed of you: it will part as it brushes your cheeks and then tremble behind you, united again. O you who are blissful, you who are whole, you who seem the beginnings of hearts. Bows for arrows and arrows’ aim, through tears your smile will glow more eternal. Don’t be afraid to suffer– take your heaviness and give it back to the...
May 2011
7 posts
And so you go out with girl, and you’re driving. “So what are you reading right...
– Henry Rollins
April 2011
2 posts
A conversation at the grownup table, as imagined...
MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy. DAD: O.K. GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry. DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex. UNCLE: I’m having sex right now. DAD: We all are. MOM: Let’s talk about which kid I like the best. DAD: (laughing) You know, but you won’t tell. MOM: If they ask me again, I might tell. FRIEND FROM WORK: Hey, guess what! My...
March 2011
6 posts
We clutter the earth with our inventions, never dreaming that possibly they are...
– Henry Miller The World of Sex
You know my grandfathers name was Harold Bingo and he invented Bingo
– Larry David
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February 2011
8 posts
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January 2011
6 posts
pouch:
This is a song by my new band, XMTR Derailleur (pronounced “transmitter derailler”). We’ll be releasing a record of some kind at some point in the near future, somehow. Yay.
Wood to the Max!
No wonder we cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke: that the horrific...
– David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster: And Other Essays
“we ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
-a moveable feast