December 2011
120 posts
You can’t just put quotes around something and make it look cool. People...
– Henry David Thoreau
californiacougar replied to your post: Can anyone recommend good poetry written from the…
Walt Whitman has some good parts in song of myself that speak to the sense of smell.
I do recall vaguely the parts of which you speak. I shall reacquaint myself with them.
Can anyone recommend good poetry written from the perspective of the olfactory senses or must I write my own?
‘No one appreciates you like me,’ he said, and that made me a little angry. He...
– Melting (via nightmarebrunette) (via jscottgrand)
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
– George Jean Nathan
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-25) →
Mumford & Sons (4)
Vampire Weekend (4)
Luigi Boccherini (4)
The Avett Brothers (4)
Johnny Flynn (4)
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AND I ACTUALLY DIDN'T PISS MYSELF. THIS TIME.
I had an incident in one of the restrooms at Knotts Berry Farm this afternoon that threatened to ruin my whole day.
I wanted
the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I...
– Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish” in Dream Work (via proustitute)
… you note the disturbing absence of a road,
your suavity crumbles: you deafen...
– Rachel Wetzsteon, from “Taking to the Hills” (via proustitute)
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REASON #78909
I just wanted to be that girl.
And now I feel it’s too late. And now the lyrics weave in and out of my poetry - she asked to dance, I said it’s fine - and I pretend I’m living something else until I remember the bed I sleep in.
APRICITY
(noun) The warmth of the Sun in winter.
I dreamed that I was a mermaid.
And I was in a truck, with a bucket of water on the floor to keep my fins moist. We hit the coast, my male companion and I, and I was so happy to get back into the water. I wasn’t in the ocean for very long; a shadow moved in the waves and I ignored it. But my friend was scared to leave me with it, so he lifted me over his shoulder and made a beeline for the...
WEIHNACHTSMANN
A secular Christkind. A halfbreed of Knecht Ruprecht.
modestmark:
“love story” “I’m not going anywhere”, she whispers. he smiles himself to sleep. he wakes up alone in his bed, her perfume all that lingers.
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NEXT YEAR
I’ll write poems for people personalized on special paper (and by special paper I mean thick paper) and they’ll be handwritten. I’ll send them by mail and people will read them and think “Is this my fucking Christmas gift?”
Yeah, next year. I couldn’t afford special paper this year.
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable...
– Carl Jung (via psych-quotes)
atumblcommonplace:
Several years ago, while serving on a panel on the definition of a “critical
thinker,” a friend of mine defined a critical thinker as “a person who by force of
argument had changed his or her mind about an important issue at least once during
the past year.” - T. Edward Damer, Attacking Faulty Reasoning
FROHE WEIHNACHTEN
P.S. I need to stop reblogging pictures and write more.
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…no existence can be validly fulfilled if it is limited to itself.
– Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity (via nminusone)
Alias: Lenore: a poem i read in a dream once. →
five—a—day:
I opened his jaw and crawled inside to see his cheeks were looking down on me because he thought he was better than me
the same way I used to think I was better than people because I used to think creating made you something of a god; make me a poem I said with all the antics of being…
The human being is born into a limited situation; he is capable of understanding...
– Johan Wolfgang von Goethe, Bekenntnisse einer schönen Seele (Confessions of a Beautiful Soul)
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-18) →
Red Nichols (4)
Arcangelo Corelli (4)
Franz Joseph Haydn (4)
Antonio Vivaldi (4)
King Oliver’s Creole Jazz Band (4)
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She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray, then settles herself against him,...
– Margaret Atwood, from “The Blind Assassin” (via aubade)
clementinesmonsters replied to your post: MY BOYFRIEND SMELLS GOOD.
Christmas M&Ms?!!
Christmas M&Ms are a holiday staple. You must eat them; at least one bag a year. It’s only once a year, so why not eat a whole bag?
You are a bad idea
An exit wound.
A word I cannot translate.
A name I cannot...
– Jeanann Verlee (via loverofstories)
MY BOYFRIEND SMELLS GOOD.
I’ve decided not to dye my hair in the foreseeable future.
And I love Christmas colored, mint flavored M&M’s.
And I wanted to make a post of trivial facts.
I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still...
– Hermann Hesse, Demian, trans. Michael Roloff and Michael Lebeck (via proustitute)
O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its...
– Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley (via bookshavepores)
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop...
– Katherine Mansfield (via blua)
Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
– David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via pavorst)
To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.
– Anthony Burgess (via misswallflower)
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I...
– Franz Kafka (via darlingmon)
I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a...
– Abbey Lee Kershaw (via tragicaly-hip)
All generalizations are dangerous, even this one.
– Alexandre Dumas Fils
In my country we say that ignorance is the warm bath in which it is comfortable...
– Marina Lewycka, We Are All Made of Glue (via pavorst)
PET PEEVES: STARTING A MOVIE HALF-WAY THROUGH
It’s ten after 2 and I’m flipping through the channels.
Lean On Me is on. Oh great, I love this movie. Oh, it started at 1:00.
Continue flipping through channels.
In a time of anger or despair, even if we feel overwhelmed, our love is still...
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via usgroovykids)
Anonymous asked: Do you use facebook/is there some way to contact you that isn't public, like this? RE writing, but with more privacy.
What can be asserted without evidence can be dismissed without evidence.
– Christopher Hitchens (13 April 1949 – 15 December 2011)
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I will systematically check the electrical fence of your boundaries for weaknesses.
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You don’t know her like I know her, alright. She’s a predator, a cannibal of sorts.
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
– Charles Bukowski (via myelegia)
rightwritecj:
I could kiss your lips with pleasure, without meter, like your poetry.
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