September 2009
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“i believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens...”
– john steinbeck
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“books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most...”
– charles w. eliot
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let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go.
cheers to us. cheers to our tender hearts that get broken and bruised. cheers to the trials we go through. cheers to the assholes we waste our young and beautiful lives on. cheers to spending nights wondering why people haven’t changed and not seeing that they never will. cheers to believing that we are helpless in the face of our emotions. cheers to believing that we only deserve a broken...
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“under the stars, she repeated. i never noticed the stars before. i always...”
– f. scott fitzgerald
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“i can never read all the books i want; i can never be all the people i want and...”
– sylvia plath
"i and love and you," the avett brothers.
load the car and write the note grab your bag and grab your coat tell ones that need to know we are headed north all one foot in and one foot back but it don’t pay to live like that so i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks for never to return brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in are you aware the shape i’m in? my hands, they shake; my head, it spins brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in...
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“the buddha went quietly on his way, lost in thought. his peaceful countenance...”
– hermann hesse, “siddhartha”
stuck.
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“and the rest is rust and stardust.”
– vladimir nabokov
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we could be just like carnivores. vsh.
there’s a candle flickering next to me, making shadows on my wall, and i am at once overwhelmed by the immense beauty that is contained in such a thing, and in such things as i encounter every day, and in such things that i never once see or consider to be beautiful. i long for the sound of raccoon tongues on the insides of trashcans. i ache for cotton socks on tile floors. i am rapturous...
“you know what’s wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you’re chicken. you got no...”
– truman capote, “breakfast at tiffany’s”
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“but i have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. it is a...”
– john steinbeck
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the cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me.
i told her that sometimes, it felt like i was just moving - putting on my shoes, leaving the house, walking down the hills, walking up the hills, getting on the bus, opening the front door, falling asleep - and that i was moving deliberately and consciously, but without a greater purpose. i’m breathing, i’m not struggling, i’m…just there, stopped, resting, simmering, and so...
behind the music.
john: honestly i feel like me and lil wayne have a lot in common
suzi: Like what?
john: we both found school easy
john: i too cannot be near magnetic fields
suzi: Any other striking similarities?
john: race
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“it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are.”
– ee cummings
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excerpt from one art
by elizabeth bishop
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.
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and i fell asleep with you still talking to me.
“but more than that, no unloving words were ever spoken, and everything was held up as another small piece of proof that it can be this way, it doesn’t have to be that way; if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond...
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“if the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is...”
– william blake
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River Hands
(to be continued)
S. Highland
My grandmother’s bed was uncomfortably flat, covered on top with a thin white blanket that had eyelets intermittently cut out, like a preschool arts and crafts project. An old air conditioner sat unsteadily between two window panels and whirred quietly, providing a steady undertone for the conversation. “Maybe,” he said, “maybe just not right now.” I...
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everything i’ve learned i have forgotten;...
your voice cracked a little too much on the phone last night, darling, but it’s alright because i understand the feeling of saying goodbye. just remember what parts of us matter, the parts that transcend physical places and the pressures of time. as for me, i’m carrying on, finding an equal distribution of weight. when things get restless, i’ll take off, just for a little while,...
