February 2012
9 posts
“like taking a shit on a ship”
– Ernie waxing philosophical about our dilapidated toilet
“As always at soirees, she was wearing a gown in the fashion of the time, quite...”
– War and Peace. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen…
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WatchNever understood the Flying Lotus craze. But this…
January 2012
9 posts
: “Everything is more complicated than you think.... →
youmakethesunfry:
“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose, but maybe you won’t know for twenty years! And you may never ever trace it to its source. And…
“It’s always night, or we wouldn’t need light”
– Thelonious Monk, Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day
“… since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.”
– John Donne, from “The Funeral” (via proustitute)
“You can call me Señorita Finkelstine”
– Ernie decided this will be his new age name
“For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the...”
– e. e. cummings, from “maggie and milly and molly and may” (via proustitute)
“But though one may keep the wolves from one’s door, they still howl out...”
– The French Lieutenant’s Woman, p.29
“What’s done, is what remains! Ah, blessed they Who leave completed tasks...”
– Mrs. Norton, The Lady of La Garaye (1863)
December 2011
5 posts
“It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think,...”
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, December 21st, 2002 (via grammatolatry)
November 2011
6 posts
“The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.”
– Anne Sexton, from “Welcome Morning” (via the-final-sentence)
raw with love, Charles Bukowski
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
i won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won’t blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I...
Moby Dick by Dan Beachy-Quick : The Poetry... →
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GRE tomorrow. Third time I’ve taken it in my life…that’s three times to many. And, to top the whole absurd excercise that undoubtedly summarizes tomorrow, I am sick as a dog. Fuck.
October 2011
10 posts
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“[But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window...”
– Marie Howe, from “What the Living Do” (via the-final-sentence)
“In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings, ...”
– Whitman
“And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you’d do this: cross your...”
– Julian Barnes, A History of the World in 10½ Chapters (via proustitute)
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future-matt:
O my friends, there is no friend. -Aristotle
September 2011
24 posts
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Absolutely Fucking Nuts →
The pilot they speak of is my old boss and good friend. Did I mention I have flown in the very plane smoldering in the street. I can’t believe he is alive.
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“I never told you I’d love you all my life. Oh my love, you never swore to adore...”
– Marianne (in Pierrot Le Fou, 1965)
If you haven’t seen this film then you should log onto Netflix and queue it up. Best idea I have had today, no?
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“The basic problem,” he proposes, “has always been getting other...”
– The above is from the third movement of Thomas Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow, an infuriating, transcendental opus I finally set down, my initial reading complete, only a couple of days ago. Surely you all will hear more from me in the coming days, weeks, months, but for now just gaze upon...
Blowfly
BLOWFLY
By Andrew Hudgins
Half awake, I was imagining
a friend’s young lover, her ash blonde hair, the smooth
taut skin of twenty. I imagined her
short legs and dimpled knees.
The door scraped open,
but eyes closed, I saw nothing. The mattress sagged.
She laid her head on my chest, and murmured love...
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“… For believe me! — the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche. Preparatory human beings. 283. Book Four. The Gay Science. (via seeyoulateraggregator)
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“I tried to make myself a soul out of yours, tried to climb without weakening the...”
– Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)