May 2013
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"The Telling," Mookie Katigbak
When I tell you that you have an effect Upon me you may not intend, and you Ask me to render, not tell, I think of cities I have been to And have yet to see, where at some ungodly Hour, a train slips through unseen tracks, All grooved wheels and steam pipes Announcing neither arrival nor departure But passage, sure and swift as rain after A dry spell. In the town square, vendors sell Candied nuts...
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Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace,...
– “A Brief for the Defense,” Jack Gilbert
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I’m trying, but I am graceless
Don’t have the sunny side to face this
I am...
– “Graceless,” The National
One of my favorites from the new album.
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I have 32 hours left before a deadline that could make or break the possibility of my graduating in March. As of 4:07 a.m., things are hopeless and I want to give up and let the disappointment of everyone I love swallow my person. I am not good enough. I am sorry for all that I lack; I try so desperately to fill the gaps. It has yet to suffice that’s why I count from one to 16 and beg for...
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Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
get creative. Tell me I was...
– Clementine von Radics
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April 2013
8 posts
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man...
– Theodore Roosevelt
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March 2013
23 posts
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Within the South Korean literary tradition, women poets are called yŏryu siin...
– Ruth Williams, from an Interview with South Korean poet Kim Hyesoon, on “The Female Grotesque” (via commovente)
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I am interested in impossible embodiments. I wish to write; I wish to write...
– Virginia Woolf, Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909 (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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Fact: I’m most active on Tumblr when it’s finals week.
… help.
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When the pain blazed in his chest,
I want to believe he saw
only light as he...
– Margaret Gibson, from “Elegy For My Father”
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I think the human condition is just baffling for everybody. We are alive for a...
– Moby, who knows that we are all stardust, on the role of music in the human experience.
Complement with David Byrne on how music works.
(via explore-blog)
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The one who begins this poem won’t be the same
As the one who will end it....
– “Schroedinger’s Cat and the Last Eclipse of the Millenium,” Eric Gamalinda
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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and...
– You Learn, Jorge Luis Borges
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February 2013
30 posts
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This will be my 8th untitled document
And the last document I’ll need to...
– Untitled 8, Lucas Regazzi
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