Ooftah.

"I am lead to the proposition that there is no fiction or nonfiction as we commonly understand the..."

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 13:26:43 -0400

“I am lead to the proposition that there is no fiction or nonfiction as we commonly understand the distinction; there is only narrative.”

- E. L. Doctorow

cherie

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 13:08:05 -0400

seismicsink:

when you learned to drive they showed you a video - real, raw footage, filmed from a helicopter - of a car speeding on the highway and skidding out of control. two passengers, tiny and indistinct, were flung yards into the air and then dashed to the concrete. both of them were run over by oncoming vehicles.

you’re not so bad.

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cabinporn: Cabins in Lillehammer, Norway.

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 12:56:41 -0400

cabinporn: Cabins in Lillehammer, Norway.

Grief, Stephen Dobyns (for 9/23)

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 01:39:00 -0400

Grief, Stephen Dobyns (for 9/23):

poetry365:

Trying to remember you

is like carrying water

in my hands a long distance

across sand. Somewhere people are waiting.

They have drunk nothing for days.

Your name was food I lived on;

now my mouth is full of dirt and ash.

To say your name was to be surrounded

by feathers and silk; now, reaching out,

I touch glass and barbed wire.

Your name was the thread connecting my life;

now I am fragments on a tailor’s floor.

I was dancing when I

learned of your death; may

my feet be severed from my body

hvc3: “We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 01:08:44 -0400

hvc3:

“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”

— Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via crooners)

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Mon, 12 Dec 2011 12:49:24 -0500

The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: June Jordan

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:31:13 -0500

well I wanted to braid my hair
bathe and bedeck my
self so fine
so fully aforethought for
your pleasure
see:
I wanted to travel and read
and runaround fantastic
into war and peace:
I wanted to
surf
dive
fly
climb
conquer
and be conquered
THEN
I wanted to pickup the phone
and find you asking me
if I might possibly be alone
some night
(so I could answer cool
as the jewels I would wear
on bareskin for you
digmedaddy delectation:)
"WHEN
you comin ova?"
But I had to remember to write down
margarine on the list
and shoepolish and a can of
sliced pineapple in casea company
and a quarta skim milk cause Teresa's
gaining weight and don' nobody groove on
that much
girl
and next I hadta sort for darks and lights before
the laundry hit the water which I had
to kinda keep an eye on be-
cause if the big hose jumps the sink again that
Mrs. Thompson gointa come upstairs
and brain me with a mop don' smell too
nice even though she hang
it headfirst out the winda
and I had to check
on William like to
burn hisself to death with fever
boy so thin be
callin all day "Momma! Sing to me?"
"Ma! Am I gone die?" and me not
wake enough to sit beside him longer than
to wipeaway the sweat or change the sheets/
his shirt and feed him orange
juice before I fall out of sleep and
Sweet My Jesus ain but one can
left
and we not thru the afternoon
and now
you (temporarily) shownup with a thing
you says' a poem and you
call it
"Will The Real Miss Black America Standup?"

                       guilty po' mouth
                       about duty beauties of my
                       headrag
                       boozeup doozies about 
                       never mind
                       cause love is blind

well
I can't use it

and the very next bodacious Blackman
call me queen
because my life ain shit
because (in any case) he ain been here to share it
with me
(dish for dish and do for do and
dream for dream)
I'm gone scream him out my house
be-
cause what I wanted was
to braid my hair/bathe and bedeck my
self so fully be-
cause what I wanted was
your love
not pity
be-
cause what I wanted was
your love
your love

"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:21:00 -0500

“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”

- Augusten Burroughs

danielaarchbold: one time i was so exhausted i put a chair in the shower and sat there until the...

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:19:25 -0500

danielaarchbold:

one time i was so exhausted

i put a chair in the shower

and sat there until the hot water ran cold

and i ran mad

away from you

until i found a replacement

but the chair is still there

and i am exhausted every day

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you I can live only wholly with you or not at all Love...

Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:11:32 -0500

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you

I can live only wholly with you or not at all

Love me - today - yesterday, what tearful longings for you

You, you, my life, my all

Never misjudge the most faithful heart

of your beloved

Ever mine.

Ever thine.

Ever ours.

Beethoven.

Unsent Love Letters: 159.)

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:46:08 -0500

Unsent Love Letters: 159.):

unsentloveletters:

S.,
I can’t stand it anymore!!! Why couldn’t we have met ten years ago? Before you or I were married (to other people)? I always imagined what I would do if I met someone else who moved me more than “him” but I never thought it was possible. Now, here you are and I can’t bear to look away from…

letterstonoone: 34. Dear No One,Come home already, we miss you.Sincerely, Me

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:11:56 -0500

letterstonoone:

34.

Dear No One,

Come home already, we miss you.

Sincerely, Me

"I have dedicated myself to the idiom “I don’t know” and I am in love with the frantic chaos of this..."

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 23:00:32 -0500

“I have dedicated myself to the idiom “I don’t know” and I am in love with the frantic chaos of this limitless universe.”

- Timothy Speed Levitch

“books on books on books” - Marcus Sotelo. As...

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:46:26 -0500

“books on books on books” - Marcus Sotelo. As opposed to stacks on stacks on stacks

you know who you are…

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:41:56 -0500

you know who you are…

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