February 2012
2 posts
poetry: Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell | Marty... →
readpoems:
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past,…
Joyful Noises
I read this article on The Hairpin and it’s got me thinking. Beth Boyle Machlan writes about her youngest daughter’s life with Tourette’s Syndrome, but the piece is a moving overview of her experience of motherhood in general.
Machlan pokes fun at herself a little bit for something she said before she was a mother: “Raising daughters is like blowing glass. There’s a...
January 2012
8 posts
Going through posts I’ve saved as drafts.
Two out of three are about Twilight.
You’re welcome, followers.
To refuse to participate in the shaping of our future is to give it up. Do not...
– Audre Lorde
What part of luck is carelessness for whatever reason? And what part is...
– Charlotte Bacon, “A Forgotten Promise, Answered,” Modern Love, The New York Times, 29 December 2011
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We’re a week into 2012 and I’ve decided that my mission statement for this year is going to be only one word: trust.
Trust in my ability to make good decisions. Trust in my strengths and in my awareness of my weaknesses. Trust that good things will happen to me.
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A man is a bundle of relations, a knot of roots, whose flower and fruitage is...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, “History”
Books vs. Cigarettes: POEM: A LA RECHERCHE DE... →
booksvscigarettes:
When I am feeling depressed and anxious and sullen all you have to do is take your clothes off and all is wiped away revealing life’s tenderness that we are flesh and breathe and are near us as you are really as you are I become as I really am alive and knowing vaguely what is and what is…
December 2011
3 posts
What’s striking about the Holdts is the time they take to share what goes...
– Rebecca Webber, “Are You With the Right Mate?”, Psychology Today, February 2012, pp. 56-65
Racism, like all forms of bigotry, is what it claims to...
– http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2011/12/ron-pauls-shaggy-defense/250256/
November 2011
5 posts
I love the special kind of silence my dad adopts while watching the Razorbacks play.
WPS.
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Seasonal Affective Disorder?
Must be Thanksgiving.
So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my...
– Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
I think about this passage often.
(via lieslieslies)
These are important things to remember. Or otherwise, as our Commonwealth cousins say, “lest we forget.”
And let’s all take a minute to also say a Happy Birthday to Mr. Vonnegut. Born November 11, 1922,...
If we teach women that there are only certain ways they may acceptably behave,...
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Harriet J on Another post about rape (via archenemies)
Oh my god, this. All of this.
(via one-bite-at-a-time)
Oh look, another way in which women are royally fucked by constructs of femininity.
(via whynotshesaid)
As I Walked Out
Don’t tell me you’ve never dreamed of this – of waking in a room with a wide open window,
the air clear and ringing after night rain; of needing no other reason than a sky
the unbelievable blue of which sends you flitting deftly through the house
past the year-old jar of nails and flies, the pile of dishes in the sink, and out the back door
where you’re caught for an instant...
October 2011
4 posts
(I say “her,” because I don’t recall having been present, not in any meaningful...
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via yesyes)
I want to be
the kind of person who cultivates an indoor herb garden in painted clay pots.
September 2011
3 posts
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A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I...
– Rainer Maria-Rilke, letter to Franz Xaver Kappus, 16 July 1903 (via ashtun)
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Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the...
– Yehuda Amichai, from “Near the Wall of a House” (via yesyes)
August 2011
5 posts
Do you understand, mademoiselle, that if I have asked for nothing, it is not...
– Jean Giono, Joy of Man’s Desiring
Revisiting some beloved favorites tonight. Interpol. Joy of Man’s Desiring by Giono. Hoping the things I felt then will come back and I can feel them again.
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It seems to him that he has seen it all the while: that that which is destroying...
– William Faulkner, Light in August
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But there are more things in heaven and earth too than truth,” he thinks,...
– William Faulkner, Light in August
It’s Official →
July 2011
3 posts
An Open Question to Rich Americans:
motherjones:
Wouldn’t you be willing to pay some more in federal taxes, if it prevented a US debt default…which could trigger another financial crisis…which could reduce your net worth by a whole lot more than if you paid some more in federal taxes?
Just askin’.
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects,...
– William Faulkner, Light in August
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Byron listened quietly, thinking to himself how people everywhere are about the...
– William Faulkner, Light in August
May 2011
4 posts
before everything is over i would like to make love to you
the same number of...
– George Wallace, Before Everything Is Over (via yesyes)
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April 2011
1 post
January 2011
6 posts
What is unique about the “I” hides itself exactly in what is...
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of...
– Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we...
– Divisadero, Michael Ondaatje
December 2010
7 posts
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When I come to lie in your arms, you sometimes ask me in which historical moment...
– Michael Ondaatje, Divisadero
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But approaching the subject from the standpoint of the writer, I think it is...
– Flannery O’Connor, “The Grotesque in Southern Fiction”
via Teenangster
I drank an Old Fashioned
to help me get to sleep.
Now I’m wide awake.
Back to the library I go. Hello, page 15 of my senior thesis.