June 2010
“You simply go out and shut the door
without thinking. And when you look back...”
– Poetry 365: Locking Yourself Out, Then Trying to Get Back In, Raymond Carver
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I Heard There Was a Sacred Chord
quickienewyork:
She told me Leonard Cohen had sex in her bedroom. It was long before it was her bedroom, but she claimed that she thought of him every time she made love there. I told her if she called me Lenny during sex I would laugh no matter how gravelly she said it. Instead of fucking we sat on the bed and put on a real record. I could smell the cover as she pulled out the vinyl and the...
“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the...”
– Tennessee Williams (via jscottgrand)
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Russian Sleep Experiment →
underthesheets:
whitelines:
tumblrisforlulz:
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wow. this needs to be a movie. NEEDS TO BE A MOVIE.
Read it. There’s no way this is real.
Horrific.
Has anyone seen Firefly and Serenity (Reavers, anyone?)? I mean, this is incredible, as a story, but the ending is definitely what makes it just that. Perhaps I’m jaded not to be appalled by this, but as a piece of...
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Catch a Body, Ilse Bendorf (for 6/16)
poetry365:
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks...
Windigo, Louise Erdrich
poetry365:
You knew I was coming for you, little one,
when the kettle jumped into the fire.
Towels flapped on the hooks,
and the dog crept off, groaning,
to the deepest part of the woods.
In the hackles of dry brush a thin laughter started up.
Mother scolded the food warm and smooth in the pot
and called you to eat.
But I spoke in the cold trees:
New one, I have come for you, child hide...
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here is something
Circumnavigate may very well be my favorite word.
I wish I had a more distinct or noticeable accent.
Buying good books and new art shows might be more exciting to me than having a healthy relationship.
But I’m in a healthy relationship, maybe for the first time.
Summer might not be the worst season, after all.
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Fall in Tampa, Valzhyna Mort
poetry365:
it’s our blood that’s dried up
and crumbles through our fingers
like faded leaves
but there is no fall in here
and summer is standing stock-still
like a white heron in green water
I got a new poetry book, Between Water & Song: New Poets for the Twenty-First Century and this poem is in it and wow. Yes. This is Florida, so much.
“It was a name out of another decade and just didn’t seem possible.The truth is...”
– Guy New York: Less than Cold Hearted
6/3 Bookswap!
Tonight’s book swap was super fun! We had a wonderful turnout with new people and a great book selection! I got Atmospheric Disturbances by Rivka Galchen. There were a bunch other books I wanted, but they were grabbed by others. Our turnout included:
Sophie (myself) | sleepanddream
Bailey | paperbackgirl
Laura | 52books
Stephanie | icanseenewyorkcityfrommyhouse
Maria | shabbydoll...
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