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Love, Barry Obama. So much swag, the whole letter. via TIME...

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:42:00 -0500

Love, Barry Obama. So much swag, the whole letter.

via TIME - http://ti.me/1aaQRa0

theparisreview: Among the birchesears scooped the rustle. Ruby,...

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:12:00 -0500

Among the birches
ears scooped the rustle.

Ruby, his eyes
increased the rounded world.

No pigment save the sepia stain
the gland between his antlers left.

On sugar legs, he’d melt in winter,
leaving prints, aboriginal,

all animal.
Two lights appeared.

Machinery fit itself
to his blue-toned form.

This paper sheet
mimics him,

snow troubling the picture
as any whiteness will.

—Mark Wunderlich, “White”
Art Credit Jane Lee

tornblueprints: I don’t want to be toldthat the moon is beautifuldespite the factthat it...

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:10:00 -0500

tornblueprints:

I don’t want to be told
that the moon is beautiful
despite the fact
that it is cratered,
I want to be told
that the moon is beautiful
because of the fact
that it is cratered,
and that the blinding sun
can’t help
but shine a light
on this broken beauty.

"The attitude one takes toward existence as a whole shouldn’t merely be a matter of temperament—of..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 16:35:19 -0500

“The attitude one takes toward existence as a whole shouldn’t merely be a matter of temperament—of whether or not one is liverish, or of how well one slept the previous night. It should be subject to rational evaluation. And it is only by exploring the question Why is there something rather than nothing? that we might come to see the value of existence in a rational light.”

- A paragraph in Jim Holt’s Why Does the World Exist that I’m not sure I agree with. (via invisiblestories)

Probably one of my favorite songs about Summer ever. Mostly...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:27:00 -0500

Probably one of my favorite songs about Summer ever. Mostly because it’s not what immediately comes to mind when one thinks Summer, but it does for me.

explore-blog: Celestial Homework – a reading list for Allen...

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:14:33 -0500

explore-blog:

Celestial Homework – a reading list for Allen Ginsberg’s class “The History of the Beats.”

Complement with Carl Sagan’s reading list, the books Alan Turing checked out of his school library, and David Foster Wallace’s syllabus.

"My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 10:02:45 -0500

“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”

- Hermann Hesse (via fleurstains)

Hushpuppy: I see that I am a little piece of a big, big...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:15:00 -0500

Hushpuppy: I see that I am a little piece of a big, big universe, and that makes it right.

slaughterhouse90210: “Stopping was death. Stopping meant you’d...

Tue, 21 May 2013 21:04:47 -0500

slaughterhouse90210:

“Stopping was death. Stopping meant you’d given up and turned the keys of the world over to other people. The only option for a creative person was constant motion—a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn’t do it any longer.”

—Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings

The wind changed in that particular way it does each time a...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:57:00 -0500

The wind changed in that particular way it does each time a storm comes across the Texas Summer sky at dusk. To him, the wind didn’t so much as simply change, the whole of the atmosphere shifted. It was as if he could feel the weight of the the world descending upon him with immense power and grave seriousness compounded with each crack of lightning and subsequent but inevitable roll of thunder.

Well, have you?

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:36:00 -0500

Well, have you?

Annie: Do you love me? Alvy: Love is too weak a word for what I...

Tue, 14 May 2013 17:58:00 -0500

Annie: Do you love me?

Alvy: Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F’s, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don’t you think I do?

Annie: I don’t know…

theparisreview: “After sex, you curl up like a shrimp,...

Tue, 14 May 2013 11:33:36 -0500

theparisreview:

“After sex, you curl up like a shrimp, something deep inside you ruined, slammed in a place that sickens at slamming, and slowly you fill up with an overwhelming sadness, an elusive gaping worry. You don’t try to explain it, filled with the knowledge that it’s nothing after all, everything filling up finally and absolutely with death. After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you … you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.”

—Susan Minot, from “Lust”
Art Credit Sandra Gamarra

"Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind and the recesses of..."

Fri, 10 May 2013 09:09:54 -0500

“Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind and the recesses of her heart. There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too. There was strength, and there was also just the determination to look strong. She guarded herself like a secret.”

- Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily (via fleurstains)

noirobsession: Wake up to Murder. Talk about pictures worth...

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:02:57 -0500

noirobsession:

Wake up to Murder.

Talk about pictures worth 1000 words.

"In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival."

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:20:54 -0500

““In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.””

- May Sarton (via theparisreview)

"It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don’t care."

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:20:06 -0500

“It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don’t care.”

- Pablo Picasso (via mythologyofblue)

Down the rabbit hole

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:19:57 -0500

Down the rabbit hole

Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:16:13 -0500

Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

"A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 23:47:32 -0500

“A writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view, a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.”

- Junot Diaz (via livelearnandpanic)