February 2012
8 posts
Bruce Smith,"Untitled [I closed the book and...
poetryeater:
I closed the book and changed my life and changed my life and changed my life and one more change and I was back here looking up at a blue sky with russets and the World was hypnotic but it wasn’t great. I wanted more range, maybe, more bliss, I didn’t know about bliss. Is bliss just a rant about the size of the bowl? The trance was the true thing, no, the rant, no, the sky, now,...
January 2012
13 posts
“Informationally, we are becoming lard-asses. In the pageview and ratings driven...”
– Happiness Takes (A Little) Magic | The Wirecutter
Later: “Clicking the like button 1 billion times will never give you an orgasm or a hug or a high five.”
(via meganwest)
I’m in the process of changing the way I approach this kind of thing, and judging by the recent gawker experiment and similar...
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December 2011
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November 2011
6 posts
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October 2011
11 posts
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“This apartment full of books could crack open
to the thick jaws, the bulging...”
– Adrienne Rich, Twenty-One Love Poems, V (via grammatolatry)
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Awkward post referencing personal things!
I just threw away my wedding photos.
It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been divorced, or how odd it is that I still have these photos, that I’ve moved four times with them since I left him, or how even odder (telling?) it is that I never even committed them to some kind of display in the years that I was married. They’ve been in the same black cardboard box since the...
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September 2011
10 posts
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“If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood and...”
– Antoine de Saint Exupéry
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Overshare.
Me: Shoot. I wore this dress today, but I think I want to wear it again next week when my parents are here. Sorry.
Him: Um...okay. Is there some kind of limit to how frequently you can wear that dress?
Me: Well, I like to evenly rotate my outfits.
Him: So that they don't wear out too fast?
Me: ...No. I just want them to feel equally loved.
Him: ...
Me: Like in kindergarten, when I forced myself to color with the brown marker every once in a while so its feelings wouldn't get hurt because I didn't like it as much as the other colors?
Him: ...
Me: I have a special kind of neurosis.
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so i'm in a fine mood this evening.
If I go about the world thinking that I must make compromises or sacrifices, that I can’t have everything I want, that I must concede and make trade-offs and learn a certain appreciation for the art of settling, then my life is pretty goddamn great.
If someone convinces me for five minutes that I shouldn’t have to compromise a single fucking thing, then I spend my evening drinking...
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Microwaves.
For the first time in my entire life, I don’t own a microwave.
My mother used to tell me about all the things she didn’t get to buy because she was saving up for a microwave in 1981. Freshly married. You need a proper kitchen for that. A microwave.
It was a box as tall as it was wide. Beige-gray, like a computer, with knobs instead of a keypad. I remember it. When I was 8 or so, we...
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“Today I bought
the first pumpkin
of my season.
The sun was
hitting the water...”
– Dorothea Grossman (via grammatolatry)
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mine, not mine.
lindseyannebaker:
I write so many lines I think are mine but really are the lines a poet wrote to me—Mine, not mine.
These are all the things I want to say, here where I delete the names and have no face (or if I do it’s one I scrubbed clean years ago in a Chicago bathroom, in the age of rain and foreign phone calls)—
There’s no originality in being grown.
August 2011
5 posts
“I can’t turn my drunken words into song
I spit at the keys and it turns...”
– Butch Walker