June 2011
31 posts
from ANOTHER POEM ABOUT THE HEART
You love the world, are sure, at least, that you have. But be truthful: you only love freely things that have nothing to do with you. You’re like a matchstick house: intricately constructed but flimsy and hollow inside. You’re a house in love with the trees beside you - able to look at them all day, aware of how faithful they are - but unable to forgive that they’d lie down...
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TO ASTONISH IS TO DELIGHT AND IMPRESS
Burritos seem warm in a way tacos do not. As I get hungrier, I get pickier. Though I do love catfish. It isn’t the only bottomfeeder. And if you define waste as everything nobody needs then you could say a catfish eats beauty. Unless you think beauty is a need.
Forget it. I have. I meant to say, not liking dessert is not that special. You asked me what kind of man I am, and the way I looked...
UPCOMING URBAN OUTFITTERS BOOKS
Hot Sad Girls With Gout
100 Recipes For Tea You Can Put Your Dick In
Where’s Waldo?: Coachella Edition
Indians Dressed Up As The Other Type Of Indians
Ronald Reagan Looking At Cameltoes
How To Quit Quitting Smoking
Girls With Bangs With Rosacea
4 Hipstamatic Pictures of Dead Stepmoms
Beardception: A Beard Within A Beard
Bomb-Ass Toddlers
This Is Not My Dentist
Mein Kampf And Zombies
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don’t call my bluff, don’t guess what...
“Pac’s problem is that he defies middlebrow analysis. The streets love him because they mostly see his blustering rage, overlooking the sensitive art school kid and Panther descendent who played a role so well that most, including him, forgot (or just hoose to ignore) that he was playing a role. The academic world considers him because they are aroused by that contradiction. Nothing...
and we will keep you, little one, safe from harm
This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a winter with her lover in the country. This, of course, is the barest outline, and futile to discuss. It’s as pointless as throwing birdseed on the ground while snow still falls fast. Who expects small things to survive when even the largest get lost? People forget years and remember...
you’re breaking your ground
BACK THEN
Out in the yard, my sister and I tore thread from century plants to braid into bracelets, ate chalky green bananas, threw coconuts onto the sidewalk to crack their hard, hairy skulls. The world had begun to happen, but not time. We would live forever, sunburnt and pricker-stuck, our promises written in blood. Not yet would men or illness distinguish us, our thoughts cleave us in...
colleentie:
“She wishes that there were more interesting things that were useful and true, but it seems now that it’s only the boring things that are useful and true. One day at a time. And at least we have our health. How ordinary. How obvious. One day at a time. You need a brain for that?”
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Lorrie Moore, People Like That Are The Only People Here
everyone’s saving love for sundays
ON EXPECTATIONS
“Low expectations are not a recipe for good self-care. You get sour; you drink too much wine; you stop reading because everything you read makes you even more sour; you go on diatribes against successful young writers in the kitchens at parties. You definitely are not working out. Eventually you wear a hole in one of the elbows of your bathrobe and instead of taking it off, you think,...
WHAT WE WANT
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names— now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don’t remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is...
THE DANGER IN PLANS
onemoresalutetovanity:
If you are just funny enough, if you can just run fast enough no one will ever die. Do you remember that? And are you better now? And all our meaning statements. All our looking at things. The women laughing around the table in the kitchen. Trouble on the way, and great joy. I’m ok with it, but who’s to know the way I might feel back then. The men standing in...
“The passing of Seattle bookseller Kim Ricketts caused me to reflect on what she accomplished and what it means to the retail segment of book publishing. Anyone in bookselling knows the story of Kim’s migration from the University of Washington bookstore to her own business creating events that sold books. At corporate events, as well as her other events, Kim brought together...
