March 2010
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white noise.
“There’s a theory about déja vu.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Why do we think these things happened before? Simple. They did happen before, in our minds, as visions of the future. Because these are precognitions, we can’t fit the material into our system of consciousness as it is now structured. This is basically supernatural stuff. We’re...
i want:
to be spontaneous and outgoing to be transcendent of societal norms and what this place expects of me to be fearless, in general to be unattached to expectations of self and others to be myself to be myself while still letting go of what plagues me
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“when i cleared a row of private homes i saw what it was that had made her pause....”
– white noise, don delillo
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“better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and...”
– cyril connolly
“how to fight loneliness,” wilco
you...
“thank you, stranger, for your therapeutic smile.”
– “bowl of oranges,” bright eyes
“i met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. his hat was old, his...”
– les miserables
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Little Beast
By: Richard Siken
1 An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn. The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It’s thinking of love.
It’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone. Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a...
“and when you wake up early and the sun is shining, are you ready for a day...”
– “walk in the park,” oh no! oh my!
“isn’t it comforting to know that being miserable is still better than being an...”
– “a private life,” claire fisher
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“here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. there is no why.”
– kurt vonnegut
saramaile:
I just want to BE.
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Hymn for Two Choirs
By: Ashley Capps
Best apple I ever had was three o’clock in the morning, somewhere outside San Francisco, beach camping, stars holding the sky together like sutures. I was thinking how I was going to get old and ask myself why did I only live for one thing; at the same time I didn’t know how to change. I thought I felt like my neighbor’s huge dog—-...
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Infernal
By: Karen Volkman
Is it better to die by the hand of an intimate or to die by the hand of a stranger?
The one with his pitchfork and the one with a wing of sorrow and the one with a shaky plow.
The revenant sprawls by the pool assessing opulent stucco and glossy indigo.
Planning new calamities for sad girls at the beach house, their tan lines a testament to self-invention.
It is...
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“because it’s the ones with the sorest throats, laura, who have done the...”
– “laura laurent,” bright eyes
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“my response, a dubious and hesitant one, is that it has been and may continue to...”
– j.m. coetzee
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“like all dreamers, i confuse disenchantment with truth.”
– jean-paul sartre
i think it's time for me to accept that i'm just...
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“It is the belief in the art of poetry that has gone hand in hand with this man into his Golgotha, from that charnel house, similar in every way, to that of the Jews in the past war. But this is our own country, our own fondest perlieus. We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels. This poet sees through...
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“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For...”
– excerpt from “song of myself,” walt whitman
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“i have reflected many times upon our rigid search. it has shown me that...”
– “everything is illuminated,” jonathan safran foer