August 2011
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“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words...”
– Roland Barthes (via astonishments)
Anonymous asked: hey,i wonder if you could tell me the story plot of the wonder spot :)) it's my assignment and i forgt to read it.lols
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Love After Love by Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down...
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“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
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The Stories by Stephen Dunn
I was unfaithful to you last week.
Thought I tried to be true
to the beautiful vagaries
of our unauthorized love,
I told a stranger our story,
arranging and rearranging us
until we were orderly, reduced.
I didn't want to sleep with this stranger.
I wanted, I think, to see her yield,
to sense her body's musculature,
her history of sane resistance
become pliable, as yours had
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“I begin with nothing and I unfortunately usually end with nothing, in terms of...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
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The Numbers by Kim Addonizio
How many nights have I lain here like this, feverish with plans, with fears, with the last sentence someone spoke, still trying to finish a conversation already over? How many nights were wasted in not sleeping, how many in sleep—I don’t know how many hungers there are, how much radiance or salt, how many times the world breaks apart, disintegrates to nothing and starts up again in the course...
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Follow this chick! →
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Bonsai by Edith Tiempo
All that I love I fold over once And once again And keep in a box Or a slit in a hollow post Or in my shoe.
All that I love? Why, yes, but for the moment- And for all time, both. Something that folds and keeps easy, Son’s note or Dad’s one gaudy tie, A roto picture of a queen, A blue Indian shawl, even A money bill.
It’s utter sublimation, A feat, this heart’s control Moment to moment To...
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“I THINK a man begins to lose himself when he forgets he once walked around with...”
– Kerima Polotan Tuvera RIP Ma’am.
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Frederick Buechner on writing →
“I wish that I had told my writing students to give some thought to what they wanted their books to make happen inside the people who read them, and I also wish that I had told them what Red Smith said about writing although I suppose it is possible that he hadn’t gotten around to saying it yet… . What Red Smith said was more or less this: “Writing is really quite simple; all you have to do is...
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“Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. I...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
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“love me instead,
mousy-haired and well-read”
– Conchitina Cruz
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“I am now writing to test my theory that there is consolation in expression.”
– Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 9th May 1926. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a...”
– House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (via thechocolatebrigade)
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I...”
– Emily Dickinson
(via eternalconsciousness)
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