October 2012
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“I’m like ‘the Tea Party is racist’ and my friend is like ‘Kamau, you can’t call...”
– W. Kamau Bell on the Tea Party and Race
“When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have...”
– Charles Bukowski
September 2012
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Seeing two beautiful people sleepily cuddling on the train makes me pine for my own lazy romance; I count minutes like cracks in the sidewalk until I’m in his arms again, and now know what it’s like to really lose myself in someone magnificent.
August 2012
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don’t you know you
sucked the heart right
out of my throat
this is serious
we could be soulmates you
are in my dreams like destiny
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That Kind Of Woman: Raw with love 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...
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learning to live with pain
not everything can be fixed instantaneously by the hand of a pill or errant lover. for instance: i have just discovered the dust between the pipes of my radiator. it is almost amusingly thick; it could be plucked and strewn long into thread or stuffed inside a child’s toy, it could line my pillows and quilts and i could sleep royally, soundly in my dust bed. of course, these are tall...
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New Fossil Suggests Early Branching of Human... →
The discovery of three new fossil specimens, announced on Wednesday, is the most compelling evidence yet for multiple lines of evolution within our own genus, Homo, scientists said. The fossils showed that there were at least two contemporary Homo species, in addition to Homo erectus, living in East Africa as early as two million years ago.
“That summer I did not go crazy
but I wore
very close
very close
to the bone.”
– Dorothy Allison, “To the Bone“
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The Curious Case Of Chronostasis
grizzlybarron:
Chronostasis (from Greek χρόνος, chrónos, “time” and στάσις, stásis, “standing”) is the illusion in which the first impression following a saccade (quick eye movement) appears to be extended in time. The most well-known version of this illusion is the stopped-clock illusion, where the first movement of the second hand of an analog clock, following the viewer’s directing attention...
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Rare Words
acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists paralian - A person who lives near the sea aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets dwale - To wander about deliriously sabaism - The worship of stars dysphoria - An unwell feeling aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually...
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I do think about you sometimes, though.
regthevegg:
I think about what you’re doing, who you’ve become without me, what parts of your personality have risen to the top or almost faded away now that I am no longer a daily influence on your life. I guess it’s kind of selfish to center so many of my questions about you around our relationship, but you have to understand that I only knew you in one context — and I want to know you...
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in the past five weeks
I’ve learned more about myself and the world around me than I’ve learned in the past two years altogether. I guess it really takes jilted separation to jumpstart one into a state of heightened awareness, and, in time, to form an acceptance of things one can change and those that will inevitably stay the same.
I’m so grateful for the wonderful people I’ve recently met and...
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“I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers. I will take the...”
– E.E. Cummings
“Todo me lleva a ti, como si todo lo que existe, aromas, luz, metales, fueran...”
– Pablo Neruda
July 2012
“There are strange and wondrous things in these lands of darkness … I must...”
– Carl Jung, Letter to Sigmund Freud, 1911 from The Dionysian Self: C.G. Jung’s Reception of Friedrich Nietzsche.
