September 2010
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"THESE ARE ACTUAL LEAVES IN MY BEARD."
“If you were too popular, or popular with the wrong people, or in the wrong way, or if you appeared to want it or enjoy it, or to be making music for any reason other than that you were a total idiot-savant who never brushed his teeth and sang in a distorted howl hoping that someone would barf in your food bowl, then you were a sell-out and you sucked.
Well, here we are ten or fifteen...
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onemoresalutetovanity:
Me: AM I OVERWHELMING YOU? Whitney: You are not overwhelming me. I am perfectly whelmed. Show me a time I am overwhelmed and we will be burning in hell drinking our own toilet water.
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They’re white young Portland people who are part of that peculiar,...
– Brendan Kiley, The Stranger
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go red go red, laugh white.
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TRACING THE CHARACTERS
The only work open to women consists of tracing the characters on clear celluloid sheets with Indian ink and filling in the tracings on the reverse side with paint according to directions.
- 1938 rejection letter from Disney to female artist (via magimura)
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THIS IS A STORY OF INCANTATION
I grew up amongst evergreens and the scattered remnants of this terra’s indigenous. In a little cursed land of gorgeous green. Now known for everything other than what it actually is.
Notorious for its climatic bait and switch, it (traps) woos its (captives) future inhabitants with several of the most beautiful months one could ever hope for, only to replace glorious fecundity with gloom...
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SCENES FROM A WEEKEND
He paints it black. The whole living room. One large pizza, one six pack of High-Life. You straddle the toilet seat, painting corners, ledges, curves. The beer is gone and the consensus is that you’re handier than you look. Twelve nails in one baseboard and you land on only three of them, a quiet flamingo with blood soaking into your shin. The next night: mirrored ceilings, a disco ball, a...
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It’s probably foolish to tell you this, but be careful. You’re standing in a road full of other examples of you And are as likely to get knocked down as to come home whole.
FRIDA KAHLO TO MARTY MCCONNELL
leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at...
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The fretting, the obsessive nostalgia, the muffled ache: it’s all distressingly familiar. We have scaled the roof of the world and met ourselves.
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have we not been good children did we not inherit the earth
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I wanted a settled life and a shocking one. Think of Van Gogh, cypress trees and...
– Michael Cunningham, The Hours
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WHERE THERE IS OVERFLOW
If I am stuck here with this moonface it is not a best moment. All night I am collecting water glasses and flooding your aquarium. I have snuck a thousand tiny tubes under your door and still the ocean is wrecked. I have learning to do: wipe my spit off the mirror take my organs in stride grow a gunmetal heart in the bathtub. When I go to the kitchen I can’t stand it. I pour my drink down...
Waste is good, important. Especially in art. It’s not the perfectly placed and...
– Eileen Myles
For the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and...
– George Eliot, Middlemarch
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“The time-capsule as it appears in your work is the false expression of the future anterior because it is not what we will have wanted to have been but simply something–an extract or abstract, a random selection–of something that will have been. What would it mean for the time-capsule to be a living form or vessel for reflection and not only a curiosity anticipating the shock of historical...
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We have no idea, now, of who or what the inhabitants of our future might be. In...
– William Gibson
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