October 2011
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The Untrustworthy Speaker
Louise Glück
Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively.
I know myself; I’ve learned to hear like a psychiatrist. When I speak passionately, that’s when I’m least to be trusted.
It’s very sad, really: all my life, I’ve been praised for my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight. In the end, they’re wasted—
I never see myself, standing on the...
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If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18
Vera Pavlova
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I broke your heart. Now barefoot I tread on shards.
17
Why is the word yes so brief? It should be the longest, the hardest, so that you could not decide in an instant to say it, so that upon reflection you could stop in the middle of saying it.
This is Not Progress: Occupy Wall St
I hope scapegoating large faceless institutions for nebulous problems like “war”, “unemployment”, and “crisis” satisfies them, because it’s unlikely to do anything else. Protesting banks because life didn’t turn out how they thought it should is not only proof they’re not ready for democracy, it’s proof they’re part of the problem....
September 2011
10 posts
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“I have written letters that are failures, but I have written few, I think, that...”
– Amy Hempel, Tumble Home
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A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention
by Yehuda Amichai
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I’m concerned They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us Each from the other. As far as I’m concerned They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good And loving invention. An aeroplane made from a man and wife. Wings and everything. We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
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For the Foxes
Charles Bukowski
don’t feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key words is “love.” and beware those who only take instructions from...
August 2011
4 posts
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Touching Each Other’s Surfaces
by Carol Jane Bangs
Skin meeting skin, we want to think we know each other scientifically; we want to believe it is objective knowledge gives this conviction of intimacy, makes us say it feels so right. That mole below your shoulder blade, the soft hair over my thighs— we examine our bodies with the precision known only to lovers or surgeons, all those whose profession is explication, who have...
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Letter Smuggled In A Fish
by Yuan Chen
Your letter unfolds and unfolds forever. I flatten it with my hands to read:
tearstains, tearstains and a trace of rouge where it must have touched your cheek
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Dear Man Whose Marriage I Wrecked
by Jeffrey McDaniel
If it’s any consolation, when your wife took me in her mouth, I closed my eyes and pretended
I was a piece of wedding cake. I was the instigator, bringing her flowers so often her co-workers
nicknamed me carnation hands. At night, I’d look at the stars and slither my petals through her hair.
It was like we were on Mars–me staring over her skull at one moon, her gazing at...
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September 2010
2 posts
“I feel like the Kurt Cobain of my generation, but...
coketalk:
— Justin Bieber
Well then, kill yourself.
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August 2010
1 post
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July 2010
3 posts
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June 2010
2 posts
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Spend it fast as I can!
May 2010
2 posts
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April 2010
2 posts
March 2010
2 posts
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A note on the Terry Richardson bullshit
terrysdiary:
I just want to take a moment to say I’m really hurt by the recent and false allegations of insensitivity and misconduct. I feel fortunate to work with so many extraordinary people each and every day. I’ve always been considerate and respectful of the people I photograph and I view what I do as a real collaboration between myself and the people in front of the camera. To everyone who...
This is not Progress
Yesterday, I attempted to upgrade the software in my Blackberry tour via the handset’s built-in software update function—it didn’t work. In fact, my phone simply stopped booting after the upgrade attempt. A quick Google search informed me my phone was “bricked,” as in “it’s basically a $400 paperweight”. After talking to some slack-jawed mouth...
February 2010
5 posts
“In my 20s, I committed to my 70s; I just wanted to drink scotch and drive...”
– Bob
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Just one of those bell(e)s, that now and then...
January 2010
15 posts
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Why do they fade that phantom parade of love?
An Open Letter to your Twitter-based Business
Dear over-excited technology worker feeling nostalgia for the tech bubble they didn’t participate in,
The “now” of the internet is not about links, it’s about content—and it has been for quite some time. I know you think of yourself as a “curator,” you sift through the masses of content with a keen eye, deciding what is and isn’t worth while. You...
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“Save the date: The day your first love marries another man.”
“Today, as I drove into grey snowy Ontario, I saw a weather-beaten crooked sign...”
– John Morello
New Skills, Python, etc. : An Irritatingly Sincere...
spiers:
So I wanted to do something new that’s more left-brain-y and difficult [for me, at least] than what I mostly do for work, and decided to opt for programming. I’m attempting to learn Python via MIT’s Open Courseware Comp Sci courses, Google and general determination to crack something I don’t know how to do.
So here’s a newbie question for programmers: if you were starting from scratch...
Dear OMGFacts (@OMGfacts): Cute idea, but “citation needed”.
“Yet certain men in their offices have decided the war is over. One of them...”
– Jean Paul Sartre, The End of War