January 2010
75 posts
“Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.”
– Carl Jung
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“WEARINESS OF MEN
My grandmother said when she was young
The grass was so wild...”
– Frank Stanford (via thesemightysecrets)
“The devil follows me day and night, because he is afraid to be alone.”
– Francis Picabia (via riverr)
Sonic Youth, “Schizophrenia”
(migue-e via...
“… we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an...”
– Howard Zinn
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing,...”
– Virginia Woolf (via turqnayuniverse)
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Roddy Lumsden, "Yeah Yeah Yeah"
No matter what you did to her, she said, There’s times, she said, she misses you, your face Will pucker in her dream, and times the bed’s Too big. Stray hairs will surface in a place You used to leave your shoes. A certain phrase, Some old song on the radio, a joke You had to be there for, she said, some days It really gets to her; the way you smoked Or held a cup, or her, and how you woke Up...
“My father’s cells clicked each night, intent on making money. And as for my cells, they brooded, little queens, on honey. Oh boys too, as a matter of fact, and cigarettes and cars. Mother frowned at my wasted life. My father smoked cigars.”
- Anne Sexton, from “Cripples & Other Stories”
“How we alone of mortals are
Hid under quiet boughs apart,
While our love grows...”
– William Butler Yeats, from “The Indian to His Love”
“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage.”
– Anne Carson, from “Grief Lessons”
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Erica Jong, from "Beast, Book, Body"
I was sick of being a woman, sick of the pain, the irrelevant detail of sex, my own concavity uselessly hungering and emptier whenever it was filled, and filled finally by its own emptiness, seeking the garden of solitude instead of men.
The white bed in the green garden - I looked forward to sleeping alone the way some long for a lover.
Even when you arrived, I tried to beat you ...
“Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which,...”
– Sylvia Ashton-Warner
“I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together,...”
– Virginia Woolf
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Anna Swir, "Love Divides the Lovers"
You’re jealous of the joy you give me, because I betray you with it. What you give me as a trickle explodes in me as a river. It lifts me up far beyond your reach, to paradises you will never know and never understand. We are foreigners, enemies, singing our love songs in different languages. Your body’s no more than an instrument for giving joy to my body, which is much the more...
David Bowie, “Soul Love”
“We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a...”
– Charles R. Swindoll
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Michael Dickman, from "Nervous System"
When you look down inside yourself what is there? You are a walking bag of surgical instruments shining from the inside out and that’s just today Tomorrow it could be different When I think of the childhood inside me I think of sunlight dying on a windowsill The voices of my friends in the sunlight All of us running around outside our deaths
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“Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would...”
– William Butler Yeats (The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats)
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"Let The Ceremony Begin," Murder Mile Sex Music...
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1.) PJ Harvey - The Dancer (4:06) 2.) The Velvet Underground - Venus in Furs (5:13) 3.) Helium - Baby Vampire Made Me (5:50) 4.) Bat For Lashes - Trophy (4:01) 5.) Pocahaunted - Ashes Is White (7:46) 6.) CocoRosie - Turn Me On (4:44) 7.) Camberwell Now - The Ghost Trade (11:14) 8.) Underflowers - For Luna (2:21) 9.) The Slits - Wedding Song (8:31) 10.)...
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Nick Flynn, "Worthless'
My fingers cling to your shoulder blades now until fucking becomes an urging, a way to shake you, gently. How can I tell you I don’t feel safe, when inside a man holds bars before his face believing himself into a prison, when parrots fly from his open mouth as he tries to speak, repeating worthless, worthless? I’m trying to love you but I don’t know how, & then I start to...
“To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.”
– Jorge Luis Borges
“I know my way back perfectly well; like the back
of my hand, as it were. but...”
– Marty McConnell, from “Miniature Bridges, Your Mouth”
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Deborah Ager, "Morning"
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and you are filled with longing, for a brief moment, to drive off the road and feel nothing or to see the loved one and feel everything. Perhaps one morning, taking brush to hair you’ll wonder how much of your life you’ve spent at this task or signing your name or rising in fog in near...
“I was a prophet sent to myself from Myself,
And it is myself who, by my own...”
– Ibn al-Farid (via touba)
I used to be a hopeless romantic. I am still a hopeless romantic. I used to believe that love was the highest value. I still believe that love is the highest value. I don’t expect to be happy. I don’t imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy. I don’t think of love as the answer or the solution. I think of love as a force of nature—as...
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...”
– Anaïs Nin (via quotesixty:suzywire:etiamsi)
Vera Pavlova, "Multiplying in a Column M by F"
Multiplying in a Column M by F do we get one or two as a result? May the body stay glued to the soul, may the soul fear the body. Do I ask too much? I only wish the crucible of tenderness would melt memories, and I would sleep, my cheek pressed against your back, as on a motorbike.
