January 2011
I’m not typically this kind of dog. I’m a little too stray. some percent cowardly and some percent a little too respectful of everybody’s misery. but. it feels imperative that I rescue you now. and if anybody comes looking for an apology— No.
"There Was a Bird Out There" - Ish Klein
Yes, there was a bird out there, a bird I could be. It looked like dirt: a sparrow, a niche taker. I loved it. It hopped more than it flew and when it flew, it flew briefly. Over and up— She looked like her companions so I named her. What won’t be still inside me is what calls to you, little birdie. The breath took the words to the world and swirled about the greater air. But my...
“I’m the world’s only real astronaut; I recede into space before your...”
– Joshua Edwards, from his current project possibly to be titled “Kodak Agonistes”
The Outsider // Albert Camus
(via syllablefingers:
As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world. And finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realized that I’d been happy, and that I was still happy. For the final consummation and for me...
Love is When a Boat is Built From All the...
When the bats break from the mouth of the cave hold on tight at my waist. If I fall into the ocean bury what washes up beneath the mattress of my first bed. When our eyelashes fall out it does not mean we are about to die it means we are about to be saved. We should look directly into the sun. We should expect a boat.
“There is a wolf in me…I keep the wolf because the wilderness gave it to me, and...”
– Carl Sandburg (via theantidote & metaconscious)
“There is hope.
There is hope everywhere.
I bite it.”
– Anne Sexton, from “Snow” (via aubade)
“I’m tired of making the world up out of nothing. You said,
“Tell...”
– from “Letter to a Friend Who I’ll Never See Again”, Matt Hart
"Happy Hour" by Bob Hicok
A rabbi, priest, and belly dancer walk into a bar. Everyone turns their way, recognizing a joke when they’re in one. The belly dancer, for all the swivel in her hips, is modest, and asks the rabbi and priest to go to another bar, but the rabbi and priest agree that whatever bar they enter, they’ll face the expectation of a punch line. By the time they order beers, people have...
(via airwalker:
“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.”
— Flannery O’Connor, from Wise Blood
(fireandether via frenchtwist)
: "There is no such thing as a good influence, Mr. Gray. All influence is immoral-immoral from the scientific point of view."
: "Why?"
: "Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly-that is what each of us is here for.