dear sally, why are you so wonderful?
No no no! Why are YOU so wonderful, damnit!
March 2010
20 posts
“To see all these people actually in a room together, rocking out, getting it, loving each other, loving the experience. You can’t buy that in a store, you cannot download it from the internet, you cannot feel it unless you are there. It’s simple, it’s REAL, and it’s why live music will never die, ever.”
—Amanda Fucking Palmer
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
—D.H. Lawrence
Rambling Man
Laura Marling
“Rambling Man” - Laura Marling
“And it’s hard to accept yourself as someone, you don’t desire/ As someone you don’t want to be.”
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
—The Painted Drum, Louise Erdrich
Love Lust
King Charles
“Love Lust” - King Charles
“Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough. But for this very reason I don’t want to know what you are wearing; it confuses me so much that I cannot deal with life; and that’s why I don’t want to know that you are fond of me. If I did, how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?”
—Franz Kafka’s love letter to Felice Bauer, 11 November 1912
Something, Somewhere, Sometime
Ben Sollee & Daniel Martin Moore
“Something, Somewhere, Sometime” - Ben Sollee & Daniel Martin Moore
“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him.”
—White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky
“Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.”
—Echo, Francesca Lia Block
When I'm With You
Best Coast
“When I’m With You” - Best Coast
“An author in his book must be like God in the universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.”
—Gustave Flaubert