May 2011
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‘Which way, which way?’ asks Alice, sensing that it is always in both directions...
– Gilles Deleuze, The Logic of Sense (via americanamen; fuckyeahjean-lucgodard; karaj)
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To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you...
– “To Be In Love,” Gwendolyn Brooks
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It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
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– “The Tree,” Jane Hirshfield
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Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards...
– T. S. Eliot, from The Four Quartets (via proustitute)
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…I like to think there’s some
internal equinox
when the mind grows...
– “A Lesson in Love,” Max Garland, The Postal Confessions
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What’s friendship’s realest measure? I’ll tell you. The amount of precious time...
– Richard ford, The Sportswriter (via beadearandcalltheparamedics)
I would like to be an unconditional lover, but it’s very hard.
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I thought of Mother singing ‘O Magnum Mysterium,’ saying grace,...
– “The Liar,” Tobias Wolff
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‘How can you prove to a solipsist that he’s not creating the rest of...
– “The Liar,” Tobias Wolff
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We were together. I forget the rest.
– Walt Whitman (via proustitute)
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David Means on style
“Style is a maneuver around what you can’t do, not only linguistically with the writing but it’s actually a maneuver around things you can’t deal with. That’s what’s really interesting. People think that writing fiction is a way of confronting when it’s actually often a way of working around because if you went into the dead heart of the things that you’re really trying to understand, if...
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‘She would of been a good woman,’ The Misfit said, ‘if it had...
– “A Good Man Is Hard To Find,” Flannery O’Connor
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If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What...
– Hermann Hesse (via bearnaked)
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“What are these barriers that keep people from reaching anywhere near their potential? The answer to that can be found in another question and that’s this: Which is the most universal human characteristic: fear, or laziness?”
-Waking Life
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All Her Life
I lay down for a nap. But everytime I closed my eyes, mares’ tails passed slowly over the Strait towards Canada. And the waves. They rolled up on the beach and then back again. You know I don’t dream. But last night I dreamt we were watching a burial at sea. At first I was astonished. And then filled with regret. But you touched my arm and said, “No, it’s all right. She was very old, and he’d...
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The poetry of children
is that they just got here,
so they’re still smooth
as river rocks.
-Dorothea Grossman
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Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not...
– Saul Williams
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April did not see virginity as residing in the body. To her it was a quality of...
– “Sanity,” Tobias Wolff
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Come, my love, we have oceans to sail.
– Saul Williams
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My wife comes in and praises the fire, knowing the pride it gives me. She lies...
– “Firelight,” Tobias Wolff
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…give me windsprint/
tell me my fingerprints/
are the shape of ripples...
– “Jellyfish” by Andrea Gibson
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READ ALOUD AT NIGHT.
– bumpersticker
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“We’re supposed to smile at the passions of the young, and at what we recall of our own passions, as if they were no more than a series of sweet frauds we’d fooled ourselves with and then wised up to. Not only the passion of boys and girls for each other but the others, too—passion for justice, for doing right, for turning the world around. All these come in their time...
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