February 2012
16 posts
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
– J.D. Salinger (via rhea137)
Sharing Poetry: Margaret Atwood, "Girl Without... →
sharingpoetry:
Walking through the ruins on your way to work that do not look like ruins with the sun pouring over the seen world like hail or melted silver, that bright and magnificent, each leaf and stone quickened and specific in it, and you can’t hold it, you can’t hold any of it. Distance…
Elena Kalis- Alice in Wonderland →
Pretty cool photography.
BOSTON REVIEW: How Will I Know If He Really Loves... →
Osama kept coming back to Whitney Houston. He asked if I knew her personally when I lived in America. I told him I didn’t. He said that he had a paramount desire for Whitney Houston, and although he claimed music was evil, he spoke of someday spending vast amounts of money to go to America and…
Crazy.
January 2012
8 posts
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast...
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence (via psychotherapy)
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From...
– The Bell Jar (via glazedminds)
I finished this last week. It’s kind of eerie to read this but still amazing writing.
December 2011
5 posts
Interview with Megan Mayhew Bergman →
This is an interview by One Story about Megan Mayhew Bergman’s short story Housewifely Arts. It’s a story about the complicated relationship between mothers and daughters. Bergman can put into words all the things I never could. It’s a really great story and it’s nice to know some of the writer’s thoughts about the story.
November 2011
5 posts
October 2011
9 posts
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iamconscious:
“I haven’t the slightest idea how to change people, but still I keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.”
― David Sedaris, Naked
September 2011
4 posts
Continuities
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, No birth, identity, form—no object of the world. Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing; Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain. Ample are time and space—ample the fields of Nature. The body, sluggish, aged, cold—the embers left from earlier fires, The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again; The...
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August 2011
3 posts
Lebensabschnittspartner
I came across this today. It means “the person I am with today.” Glad to know there is a name for it. At least in German there is.
I found a book of poems by Charles Baudelaire at the library the other day. Baudelaire is a little sick and depressing but I like this one: