February 2012
3 posts
What drives our interest?
little-mumbles:
Sometimes I connect with a book not because it is particularly clever, or the language is particularly beautiful, but because it expresses its ideas in the same way I would. Even though the language might be clunky and misshapen, it shows me the world the way I see it. Arguably, it is the very strangeness of the language, pointing to its own imperfection, that allows it to...
“…One gathers from this enormous modern literature of confession and...”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
January 2012
1 post
“If you’re trapped in the dream of the other, you’re fucked.”
– Gilles Deleuze
(colettesaintyves via frenchtwist)
November 2011
13 posts
“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides
(aeloquence via thechaotic)
“‘Wherever we look in early modern England, we find anxiety, latent or explicit,...”
– (Keith Thomas, Man and Beast, p38)
“A word correct, enclosed, wrapped around its meaning… Without a crack,...”
– Irigaray, When Our Lips Speak Together
2 tags
Untitled, 2011
Planted helpless at your side
Sucked and released by the earth
You have left behind for me to tend.
A bindii integument threatens,
I pull it out—reckless with its spines.
Spiders erupt, unsettled,
Scuttling, angry earth.
Your golden hair has turned green.
I trim it, reminiscent.
Has time returned it
For your sacrifice?
I bend close to kiss your forehead.
A spider, rigid, ready
...
October 2011
1 post
April 2011
2 posts
“I think I want to talk about life from the point of view of death,”...”
Fruehlingsmuedigkeit
aperfectcommotion:
The time in early Spring when everybody complains about being tired.
March 2011
4 posts
February 2011
4 posts
I had seen and envied my mothers breasts, hoping mine would take on a similar appearance in adulthood. There was something in my longing for them that for-told the hopeless situation I would find myself in at their full maturity. Memories of her changing in the bedroom with the door open, a glimpse of their shape through the door, and a flicker of the aureole in the mirror: elliptical, swirling...
Untitled
I emerge from a winter spent in the woods to a parcel of land where I hope they will not follow. I find myself on my knees, begging the earth with a plow to give me a garden. Am I so sure about my answer? And when my garden grows will it be my own, good and honest, true to root, writ as wrote? If the woods follow after-all and bring their winter here will my flowers outlast it or will it freeze...
December 2010
20 posts
Andrea Bruce | Female Circumcision →
Please make sure you go through all 8 of these photos documenting the circumcision of a young girl.
“Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle (via silentfrenzies)
It's really bothersome when people frame illness...
julioclock:
“White House adviser David Axelrod confirmed that Holbrooke had an aortic bleed and said, ‘Many people would have succumbed to that but Richard is fighting through it.’”
tell me about it, it’s so problematic.
November 2010
32 posts
