May 2012
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Baboon - The Mountain Goats
“This is a song I sing, that I want you to have in your heart when the day comes that you see a person whose lips, when they first met yours, filled you with a joy that you had not known before that day. When the day comes that the same lips fill you with the revulsion you would reserve for an open grave, I want you to know this song. You may not want to sing it, you may not want to...
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“If there’s anything we’ve learned from Michelle Pfieffer in Dangerous Minds, or...”
– Laurie
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“If I’m going to hold this whole vessel of my life, I have to have the emotional...”
– Mirah
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“Every failure brings with it the seed of an equivalent success.”
– Napoleon Hill
April 2012
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‘Vagina’ Sonnet - Joan Larkin
Is “vagina” suitable for use
in a sonnet? I don’t suppose so.
A famous poet told me, “Vagina’s ugly.”
Meaning, of course, the sound of it. In poems.
Meanwhile, he inserts his penis frequently
into his verse, calling it, seriously, “My
Penis.” It is short, I know, and dignified.
I mean of course the sound of it. In poems.
This whole thing is unfortunate, but petty,
like my hangup...
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If you are ever on a game-show and asked the following:
What Is The Best Way To Compliment A Woman?
a) “I fancy your sister.”
b) “You smell like a new car.”
c) “You don’t sweat a lot for a fat lass.”
d) “You look like you’ve lost weight.”
you better respond with a gigantic fuck you and storm the fuck out, I swear to god.
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Real Women - Hanne Blank
Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women...
March 2012
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“Sorrow comes in great waves—no one can know that better than you—but it rolls...”
– Henry James in a letter to Grace Norton, 1883
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Maybe I’ve just become obsessed with dirty cloth & dull rags, objects that have been touched by a million different hands then set back down—right there—just for me. Things that are made by chance or found on the side of a road, rather than bought or sold. What’s a story anyways? Why do people tell them?
My first memory was when I was a year old. Imagine that. Lyin’ by a river bed, Arizona is...
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“We are strong, we are faithful,
We are guardians of a rare thing.
We pay close...”
– Riches and Wonders by The Mountain Goats
February 2012
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“True compassion isn’t an emotional response, but a firm commitment founded on...”
– Dalai Lama
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May 22, 1948 Dear Ms. Rondeau: You asked me to explain the meaning of my sentence in The Fountainhead: “To say ‘I love you’ one must first know how to say the ‘I.” The meaning of that sentence is contained in the whole of The Fountainhead. And it is stated right in the speech on page 400 from which you took the sentence. The meaning of the “I” is an...
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WHEN YOU RETURN by Ellen Bass
Fallen leaves will climb back into trees. Shards of the shattered vase will rise and reassemble on the table. Plastic raincoats will refold into their flat envelopes. The egg, bald yolk and its transparent halo, slide back in the thin, calcium shell. Curses will pour back into mouths, letters un-write themselves, words siphoned up into the pen. My gray hair will darken and become the feathers of a...
January 2012
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IT IS NOT SO MUCH THAT I MISS YOU by Dorothea...
It is not so much that I miss you as the remembering which I suppose is a form of missing except more positive, like the time of the blackout when fear was my first response followed by love of the dark.
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“Find your obsession and photograph the hell out of it.”
– Ryan McGinley
December 2011
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January 24th, 1946 Dear Jean, I was so sorry to hear about your bird dying, Why don’t you write a story about Chips ? Just as if you were writing to me, and tell all about it right from the beginning, and all the cute things she did. That’s what makes stories interesting, to have all the little details just as if you were telling a friend, and soon you’ll find how easy...
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Self-Help for Nerds - Chris Hardwick
Whether it’s games, alcohol, painted figurines, film continuity, or conversations where we’re convinced someone doesn’t like us because of something we said, nerds obsess. We zealously deconstruct. We have that very active internal monologue. I think many of the things we undertake are, in part, attempts to drown out that monologue. We are hyper-self-aware. We have difficulty “chilling out.” We...