December 2010
2 posts
November 2010
9 posts
Most, 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...
Archaic 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...
Learning 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.
“Do you ever wonder, old lover of mine, where so much love comes from?”
‘To My Young Husband,’ Alice Walker
ianbrooks:
fannybaws:
fiztheancient:
rabbithugs:
attracted to: ❒ men ❒ women ✔ fictional characters
Mr. Darcy. Henry DeTamble. Captain Wentworth. Mr. Rochester. Amory Blaine. Zooey Glass. Rhett Butler. Hell, even Jack Dawson.
October 2010
11 posts
Marvin Glasser
ON THE PAST
It wasn’t a bad day as days go. I awoke in the morning. I was still around at the end. Another gauntlet run.
The problem was all the other days that washed up against it bringing the wrack of memory, neutered hope, mute regret.
They certainly cast a pall. What the day might have brought on its own, who can tell? One of those long reaches into light
that perk you...
In this entre-nous spirit, then, old confidant, before we join the others, the grounded everywhere, including, I’m sure, the middle-aged hot-rodders who insist on zooming us to the moon, the Dharma Bums, the makers of cigarette filters for thinking men, the Beat and the Sloppy and the Petulant, the chosen cultists, all the lofty experts who know so well what we should do with our poor little...
Brilliant Blondes? Or Really Ignorant... →
September 2010
5 posts
“Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.”
– Gabriel García Márquez (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
I’ve been thinking, and it seems clear to me that kids should learn their family history alongside world history.
You’re the brightest star in the sky.
So ignore the few who stare blindly at the ground.
The whole rest of the world is looking up to you.*
<3 mlh.
“Patience, heart- you’ve put up with worse in the past.”
from Plato’s Republic
“I listen to a lot of dead people.”
– Ana, after a night of Wes Anderson, musical sharing and life philosophies of twenty-somethings.
August 2010
34 posts
artpixie:
“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.”
-Louis L’Amour
“Only a few find the way, some don’t recognize it when they do; some… don’t ever...”
– The Cheshire Cat, Alice (2000) (via artpixie)
He estado viendo la pelicula Lost in Austen hace tres horas y ya me encanta. Es sobre, como se puede imaginar, el libro Pride and Prejudice por Jane Austen. Una chica, que se llama Amanda, se cambia con el personaje de la Srta. Elizabeth Bennett.
Los cuentos como este me acuerdan que el amor verdad existe.
Nueva cancion favorita: Mientes, Camila.
Song of the Night: Transatlanticism, Death Cab for...
“There is now such an enormous gap between me and the rest of the world that...”
– Gustave Flaubert (via quote-book)
I’m getting slowly addicted to this.
...
“I still find each day too short for all the... →
(via artpixie)
I’m starting to realize that I now have a group of signature drinks, one of which I nearly always choose if I’m drinking.
Do you have a favorite drink?
