December 2008
75 posts
(nostalgia on the reader)
Across A Great Wilderness Without You | Keetje...
The deer come out in the evening. God bless them for not judging me, I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe and make strange noises at them—
language, if language can be a kind of crying. The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow, each bullet hole suffused with moon, like the platinum thread beyond them where the river runs the length of the valley. That’s where the fish are. ...
“The end is surpassed; if the beloved is transformed into an automaton, the lover...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via sleuth)
“For years I wanted to be older, and now I am.”
– Margaret Atwood
“You must realize that I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as...”
– Angela Carter, “Fireworks”
“skin, and how it would feel to press your own skin into it, and under that skin,...”
– Laura Kasischke, Suspicious River
Altrusim | Molly Peacock
What if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned inside out? What if there really were a you beyond me, not just the waves off my own fire, like those waves off the backyard grill you can see the next yard through, though not well—just enough to know that off to the right belongs to someone else, not you. What if, when we said I love you,...
it was not my role to derive him an axiom I held to so strongly that I dammed my gaze, believing it was not my role to deform him although I did, once I could no longer pour heat into him safetly, believing it was not my role to assume him though I allowed myself to be convinced when his mouth cast exact shapes, believing
it was not my role to derive him an axiom I held to so strongly ...
by tao lin
seen from a great enough distance i cannot be seen i feel this as an extremely distinct sensation of feeling like shit; the effect of small children is that they use declarative sentences and then look at your face with an expression that says, ‘you will never do enough for the people you love’; i can feel the universe expanding and it feels like no one is trying hard enough the effect...
“I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be...”
– Greta Garbo
“I’m afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark....”
– Aldous Huxley
Carl Adamshick | The Confession of An Apricot
I love incorrectly. There is a solemnity in hands, the way a palm will curve in accordance with a contour of skin, the way it will release a story. This should be a pilgrimage. The touching of a source. This is what sanctifies. This pleading. This mercy. I want to be a pilgrim to everyone, close to the inaccuracies, the astringent dislikes, the wayward peace, the private words. I want to be close...
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Erica Wright, from "Note to Slip in Your Pocket,...
“I don’t know how to hold anything. I’m trying to say I’ve only done one thing right,
and that was leave. I’m trying to say I can show you how if you’d like. Step one: let your wings grow back;
ignore the sores they make on your shoulder blades; welcome the dun-colored feathers and infection.”
Pedro Salinas, from "The Voice Due To You"
“And you never made a mistake. Only once, one night when you fell in love with a shadow — the only one you ever liked —. A shadow it seemed. And you wanted to hug it. And it was me.”
“We’re only particles of change.
I know, I know;
Orbiting around the sun,
But...”
– Joni (via lookunderfoot)