July 2011
23 posts
Jul 29th
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Jul 29th
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with the silence on low
Before we became decisions made, all was damned for the hottest public minutes of our private lives. Hollow headed, feeling fit, a people becoming peculiar to a people. The place made it’s own idioma, a hiccup in language, “idioumai - I Smurf my own Smurf,” said once by Smurf, overheard by this homemade idiournai. We emitted an unrelated violin skin process to duplicate yes...
Jul 23rd
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Jul 22nd
“She often could not articulate her thoughts; they seemed like objects glimpsed...”
– Katherine Min, After The Falls  (via dondante)
Jul 22nd
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“nothing is more real than nothing”
– sam beckett
Jul 10th
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“I have nothing to say/ and I am saying it/ and that is poetry/ as I need it.”
– John Cage, Lecture on Nothing 1949
Jul 10th
“Numbers it is. All music when you come to think. Two multiplied by two divided...”
– James Joyce from Ulysses (via theantidote)
Jul 9th
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Jul 9th
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Experiencing the poem:  →
“I trust the implication of what I am saying, even though I am not absolutely sure of what it is that I am saying. I’m just willing to let it be.”
Jul 8th
“Side by side, not truly quiet but quiescent, two gnarls of human scribble, human...”
– Jonathan Lethem, from The Fortress of Solitude (via the-final-sentence)
Jul 8th
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“Reading is an act of resistance in a landscape of distraction…. It requires us...”
– David Ulin (via og-blay)
Jul 7th
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Jul 7th
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Jul 6th
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“…all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows...”
– William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
Jul 6th
Jul 5th
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beyond sunlight
COLLAPSING IN ON my own sunlight CYCLES OF SELF CENSORSHIP LAYERS FORMED  ACROSS FORMED LAYERS ISLANDS OF EXTREMITY - from “END RETROGRADE,” WC Tank
Jul 5th
Jul 4th
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“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...”
– Anaïs Nin (via heartmindspirit)
Jul 4th
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Jul 3rd
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headphoners
On my way to work this morning on the bus, many people wear headphones. The headphones are a warning—do not talk to me. I assume these headphoners, even though they are on mass transit, do not want to be interrupted. They are in their own world between their ears. I do not wear headphones. This doesn’t mean that I look forward to the occasional random chit chat on the street, but can deal with it...
Jul 3rd
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Jul 2nd
Jul 2nd
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