January 2012
1 post
August 2011
14 posts
4 tags
“Having a partner doesn’t mark the beginning of security; it just changes the...”
– Nerve’s “Miss Information” advice column
I don’t normally post shit like this… but this is pretty intelligent. I like this right here.
Eyes on Fire (Zeds Dead Remix), Blue Foundation
Robert Frost by Bryan Wolfson
“‘Perhaps someday you can have one city as easy to see as Illusions and as...”
– Milo to Alec, The Phantom Tollbooth
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily, Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey— All of them sensible everyday names....
July 2011
1 post
The Sound of the Trees [excerpt]
I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone. - Robert Frost
June 2011
12 posts
There may be Chaos still around the World
There may be chaos still around the world, This little world that in my thinking lies; For mine own bosom is the paradise Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled. Within my nature’s shell I slumber curled, Unmindful of the changing outer skies, Where now, perchance, some new-born Eros flies, Or some old Cronos from his throne is hurled. I heed them not; or if the subtle night Haunt me with...
The Thought-Fox
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and...
Leaving Early
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers.
When you kick me out, that’s what I’ll remember,
Me, sitting here bored as a leopard
In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps,
Velvet pillows the colour of blood pudding
And the white china flying fish from Italy.
I forget you, hearing the cut flowers
Sipping their liquids from assorted pots,
Pitchers and Coronation goblets
Like Monday...
“Will the mountain last as long as I can wait?
Wait like the dawn
How it aches...”
– Iron and Wine, “Jezebel”
April 2011
4 posts
Stand By Me, Jonnie Taylor and the Soul Stirrers
March 2011
3 posts
You Showed Me, The Turtles
February 2011
5 posts
Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
The houses are haunted
By white night gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.
-Wallace...
“In many instances we will be stepping out on nothing, and just hoping to land on...”
– Dr. Cornel West
December 2010
8 posts
Skinny Love (Das Kapital Rerub), Bon Iver
Flim, Aphex Twin
I guess I'll make this into a journalish thing
I’ve grown accustomed to feeling like there’s more of me than there should be. That I take up too much space, and I am selfish to do so. I want to rip parts off, leave just the bones. I want to be as little as possible. I don’t mean in terms of flesh- in terms of physicality. It doesn’t make sense that so much of me isn’t real, isn’t physical, but the small part...
“Let a man fill his days with hard work, then he will fill his nights with sleep....”
– William Faulkner, in an interview with Marshall J. Smith, 1931
October 2010
8 posts
I guess I'll make this into a journalish thing
Bare bones bright against sky brighter still,
A dual whiteness that blinds and
makes your earthly dullness
Luxurious
Lush
Truth, Alexander