January 2010
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December 2009
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resolution: to reach new creative heights.
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Scheherazade By: Richard Siken
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we...
my mind races with all my longings but can’t keep up with what I got.
– road to joy, bright eyes
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unsinkable:
Why is keeping a journal so damned difficult? Is it because I’m a boy and can’t carry a purse? Is it because, by default, journals are written with posterity in mind and are therefore untrue? Is it because I’ve recently felt a shift between narrative, communicative impulses and poetic, associative ones? I’m no longer as interested in myself, insofar as my desire to broadcast my...
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apparently orgasm is the only point where your mind becomes completely empty—you...
– jeff buckley
are you the love of my lifetime? ‘cause there’s times i’ve had...
– you will. you? will. you? will. you? will, bright eyes
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existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
– vladimir nabokov
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54 Best Books of the Decade as composed by some random tumbl-er.
1. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz, 2007 2. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon, 2001 3. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, 2003 4. The Road by Cormac McCarthy, 2007 5. Fun Home by Alison Bechdel, 2006 6. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer, 2005 7. The Savage...
god, it’s great to be alive; takes the skin right off my hide.
– “to go home,” m. ward
the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas...
– f. scott fitzgerald
being with you is like walking on a very clear morning; i definitely have the...
– e.b. white
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i want to get myself attached to something bolted down so these winds of...
– motion sickness, bright eyes
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if somebody likes me, i want them to like the real me, not what they think i am....
– stephan chomsky, the perks of being a wallflower
ten thousand years—a single thought. a single thought—ten thousand years.
– zen saying
it suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the earth. i put...
– neil armstrong
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Ars Poetica
By: Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit,
Dumb As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving,...