January 2012
24 posts
“Okay, yes, there is a homosexual agenda, okay? There’s just two things on it: 1....”
– Elvira Kurt (via fuckyeahfemmes)
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this morning lauren read me the poem i just posted. i was laying back in front of her, she lifted her hand to read the poem and i moved my head to the side so i could see her read.
i will always be able to picture one side of her face moving as she read it. her ivory peach skin, her flushed apple cheeks, one green eye looking down, the color of nothing i know of in the world, her lips mouthing...
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I am always hungry
& wanting to have
sex. This is a fact.
If you get right
down to it the new
unprocessed peanut
butter is no damn
good & you should
buy it in a jar as
always in the
largest supermarket
you know. And
I am an enemy
of change, as
you know. All
the things I
embrace as new
are in
fact old things,
re-released: swimming,
the sensation of
being dirty in
body...
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“why motherfucker is a word
and fatherfucker isn’t
is all I know of woman’s...”
– Mark Leidner, from The Angel in The Dream of Our Hangover: Aphorisms
(via earlyfrost)
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I’m not trying to brag or anything but I’m going to tell you about my night last night
Had a couple beers, ya know
Yeah, got a little tipsy
Got a little existential crisis-y
Last night I drunk text messaged God
I just wanted to tell him I’d been thinkin’ about him
A lot
And to tell him I’m stalking a church
I meant to write starting a church
No one spells drunk texts right, anyway
Last...
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so much joy it hurts: My Memories of You Are... →
kathleenjoy:
In that country there is a train
that stops when it gets tired It doesn’t bother
to read the signs There is a man in my car
who claims to be French
but does not understand me
when I ask quelle heure
est-il He shows me a picture of a man
and points to himself And the man
in the picture…
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i love teaching yoga. i do. SO overwhelmingly grateful. and i think yoga loves me teaching it (sometimes, sometimes not), and i am filled with appreciation for my students, and they are amazing beings of light and goodness and blah blah blah but let me just state for the record that getting up at 7am every saturday morning for, esssssennnnntially the last 3 years, including on particular mornings...
30 Things
30 things to start doing for yourself.
Start cheering for other people’s victories. – Start noticing what you like about others and tell them. Having an appreciation for how amazing the people around you are leads to good places – productive, fulfilling, peaceful places. So be happy for those who are making progress. Cheer for their victories. Be thankful for their blessings, openly. What...
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my mom was giving me advice (MY mom was giving me ADVICE) yesterday afternoon, while i was coming really down from a particularly awful high. i mean the first piece of advice she gave me was not to do drugs. noted, agreed. i don’t, usually, but i made a weird self-indulgent, or maybe self-destructive exception. anyway, what she said to me, after chewing me out a bit, was this:
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“she was hungry, so hungry
she was trying to think clear
she kept opening the fridge door
and looking at the mustard and the beer
then when finally she went out into the rain
carrying her bicycle chain
and her feet were the pedals
while her appetite steered.
and after that she just followed her nose;
and fate is not just
whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind...
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Nighttime Begins with a Line by Pablo Neruda,...
kathleenjoy:
So my body went on growing, by night, went on pleading & singing to the earth I was born to be woven back into Love, let me see if I can’t sink my roots deeper into you, your minerals & water, your leaf rot & gold, your telling & un- telling of the oldest tales inscribed on wind-carved rocks, silt & grass, your songs & prayers, your oaths & myths,...
good advice, #1: do things that scare the living shit out of you, and do them all the time.
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“We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say. Partly because we’re so busy communicating. And — as he might also have said — we’re rushing to meet so many deadlines that we hardly register that what we need most are lifelines.
So what to do? The central paradox of the machines that have made our lives so much brighter, quicker, longer and healthier...
“In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”
— Dante Alighieri (Vita Nuova)
2011, you’ve left me exhausted and bruised, slightly unhinged and untethered. your lows were excruciating, your highs of the all-time variety. would I lie and say you didn’t crush me? you did....
December 2011
22 posts
ohhhhhhh 2011, you silly bitch. more on you later.
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All day it has been raining,
and all day this poem has been sinking
into my skin like sticky blossoms.
The sky a grey-blue bucket,
heavy and tarnished to its rims with
copper lightning—shaking, rumbling,
this rain I have carried in ruddy pails
from far north to the sun-thick South.
The earth is splitting at its seams,
goldenrod and foxglove and an abundant
green spilling from the...
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“If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages...”
– Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
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“Call me what you wish
and no matter what that is
I will call you home.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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alright that’s not true:
i’m ready to run.
it’s been way too long since i’ve packed up basic necessities of what i own and zipped it up, slung it over my shoulder, walked away. i hate the grey basic skyline here, the low hum of suburban mediocrity, that gradual, invisible decline, that passive baseline acceptance.
i don’t wear shoes, i wear sunglasses, i wear...
don’t you know by now
if I can’t say it that right way;
silence.
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warsan versus melancholy.: first thought after... →
warsanshire:
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‘come with every wound
and every woman you’ve ever loved
every lie you’ve ever told
and whatever it is that keeps you up at night
every mouth you’ve punched in
all the blood you’ve ever tasted
come with every enemy you’ve ever made
and all the family you’ve ever buried
and…
“I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still...”
– Hermann Hesse, Demian, trans. Michael Roloff and Michael Lebeck (via aneffectacosmetic)
“Scars like small road maps
to the wrong ways I traveled
to be in your arms.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
all that business about constructive outlets aside, some days you just need to listen to Taking Back Sunday and fucking cry in your car.
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“So here’s the long and short of it, Wearing Thin: there is no why. You don’t...”
– Dear Sugar http://therumpus.net/2011/12/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-91-a-big-life/
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“Accept the gift of every head
turning in your direction. Tell
them, regally,...”
– Reginald Harris, excerpt from Prelude to a Saturday Night (via holdonmagnolia)
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“Doing something only when you “feel like it” is a guaranteed formula for...”
– Josh Cox (via barefoot-runner-girl)
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I love yoga, I do. yoga is a core fibre in the fabric of my innermost collective. yoga has carried me, sobbing and writhing, through dark alleys and windowless prisons of my own making. it answers the questions that left me breathless and alone at the end of a long run, down a long boardwalk, straight to the water’s edge, at 6am, or 10:00 at night, or sometimes more than once a day. and in...
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“I quit being afraid when my first venture failed and the sky didn’t fall down.”
– Allen H. Neuharth (via fuckyeahyoga)
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opened:
Maybe because I hold intelligent men to a higher standard or because they’re enemies cloaked as allies, but the “angry beta-male” variety of misogyny is the worst kind.
Molly Lambert’s piece on how being a non-normative bro doesn’t automatically make you a feminist can’t be re-posted enough.
“If you deny women the same personhood you give yourself, you are not a liberal....
I know you still read this, because I know you, and it really bothers me.
and yeah, I’m gonna be a real passive aggressive asshole about it, and leave this here; thats how much it fucking bothers me.
so next time you come here to hear what I have to say (most unfairly, most cruelly, considering the decision you made to push me squarely out of your life) you can read this and know exactly...
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so much joy it hurts: The Quiet World, Jeffrey... →
kathleenjoy:
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken…
this is one of my all time favorites.
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Sunset II, Margaret Atwood
kathleenjoy:
Sunset, now that we’re finally in it is not what we thought.
Did you expect this violet black soft edge to outer space, fragile as blown ash and shuddering like oil, or the reddish orange that flows into your lungs and through your fingers? The waves smooth mouthpink light over your eyes, fold after fold. This is the sun you breathe in, pale blue. Did you expect it to be this...
November 2011
34 posts
“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides
(aeloquence via thechaotic)
I don’t know how to write a love poem
but I’m trying.
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take a yoga class. take a dance class. practice. bake something complicated. walk somewhere far, walk back. read a book. write. listen to the same song on repeat. take another class. dance. listen to the same song on repeat. grocery shop, linger, buy the same things you always buy. get coffee. listen to the same song on repeat. draw the water so hot you can barely touch it. draw your neck. diagram...
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Variation On the Word Sleep - Margaret Atwood
crushedfingers:
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like...