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Just a collection of random things.
Questions?
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012
May 13, 2012
Almost have a full bingo card.
May 4, 2012
April 28, 2012
From the “Songs that Feature Counting” files, Hey!
April 26, 2012
Variations on the Word Love
— Margaret Atwood
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it, too. How do we know
it isn’t what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard. As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.
Then there’s the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the star
that press us on with their deafness.
It’s not love we don’t wish
to fall into, but that fear.
This word is not enough but it will
have to do. It’s a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.
holes with. It’s the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
like real hearts. Add lace
and you can sell
it. We insert it also in the one empty
space on the printed form
that comes with no instructions. There are whole
magazines with not much in them
but the word love, you can
rub it all over your body and you
can cook with it, too. How do we know
it isn’t what goes on at the cool
debaucheries of slugs under damp
pieces of cardboard. As for the weed-
seedlings nosing their tough snouts up
among the lettuces, they shout it.
Love! Love! sing the soldiers, raising
their glittering knives in salute.
Then there’s the two
of us. This word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse
to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the star
that press us on with their deafness.
It’s not love we don’t wish
to fall into, but that fear.
This word is not enough but it will
have to do. It’s a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.
Happy National Poetry Month, friends. <3
April 23, 2012
“We Are The Shit” by The Shit, Ryan Adams’ old punk band.
April 10, 2012
Better: trying to explain what you do and realizing you have no idea.
Via someecards
April 8, 2012
Dear _____, please _______.
Dear world,
Lady Gaga taught me it’s ok to be different. Ke$ha taught me that I should be myself and not give a crap what people think. Taylor swift taught me that not all of the guys I love are going to love me. Bruno Mars taught me to do anything for that one person I love. Eminem taught me that life is hard but you can make it through. Michael Jackson taught me to always love the people around me.
Sincerely,
most importantly, Rebecca Black taught me the days of the week.
March 22, 2012
Jack Kerouac’s List of 30 Beliefs and Techniques for Prose and Life
- Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
- Submissive to everything, open, listening
- Try never get drunk outside yr own house
- Be in love with yr life
- Something that you feel will find its own form
- Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
- Blow as deep as you want to blow
- Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
- The unspeakable visions of the individual
- No time for poetry but exactly what is
- Visionary tics shivering in the chest
- In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
- Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
- Like Proust be an old teahead of time
- Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
- The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
- Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
- Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
- Accept loss forever
- Believe in the holy contour of life
- Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
- Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
- Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
- No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
- Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
- Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
- In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
- Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
- You’re a Genius all the time
- Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
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I think I need to make this a T SHIRT!
nearly 500 notes as of this moment. what is life. love you, buck :)
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What an awesome illustrator, I am in love.
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Dolphins see themselves in a mirror [x]
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