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December
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2010So This Happened of the Day: As part of The New York Times’ visual exploration of classic screen types “Fourteen Actors Acting,” James Franco flirts with, and eventually makes out with, himself.
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November
29Most, if not all, human lives are full of fantasypassive day-dreaming which need not be acted on. But to write poetry or fiction, or even to think well, is not to fantasize, or to put fantasies on paper. For a poem to coalesce, for a character or an action to take shape, there has to be an imaginative transformation of reality which is in no way passive. And a certain freedom of the mind is needed-freedom to press on, to enter the currents of your thought like a glider pilot, knowing that your motion can be sustained, that the buoyancy of your attention will not be suddenly snatched away. Moreover, if the imagination is to transcend and transform experience it has to question, to challenge, to conceive of alternatives, perhaps to the very life you are living at that moment. You have to be free to play around with the notion that day might be night, love might be hate; nothing can be too sacred for the imagination to turn into its opposite or to call experimentally by another name. For writing is re-naming.
Adrienne Rich, “When We Dead Awaken: Re-Writing as Revision.”
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November
28
2010
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November
12
2010
One Fine Day
I go through phases every few months when I listen to this soundtrack on repeat.
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November
12
2010
God, I wish I looked like Ann Blyth.
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November
11Archaic Torso of Apollo
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.Rainer Maria Rilke
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November
10Learning to become a beautiful object, the girl learns anxiety about- perhaps even loathing of- her own flesh. -
Sandra M. Gilbert & Susan Gubar, “The Madwoman in the Attic.”
Yes.
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November
1“Do you ever wonder, old lover of mine, where so much love comes from?”
‘To My Young Husband,’ Alice Walker
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