March 2012
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“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
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A thing about a waitress
I stand behind the counter and tie a red apron around my waist. I step out to clean the tables. I set the tables: condiments, menus, napkins, silverware. And then I wait for the dinner rush to begin.
This is what I do every night. Everything in the same order—alphabetical: apron, clean, condiments, menus, napkins, wait. When people start to come in, my alphabetical list of tasks...
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“What don’t I understand, Cara? Please, help me out. What is it?...”
– Dan in Real Life
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“‘You’ve got flies in your eyes,’ Yossarian repeated....”
– Catch-22
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“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing about.”
– Benjamin Franklin
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“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”
– E.E. Cummings (via theydontwantustoescape)
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Buffalo Bill's by e.e. cummings
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister...
I love my major.
Here on the Island of Misfit Toys (or as you may call it, Champlain College), we have a lot of people who complain about their majors and about the school in general. To these people, I would like to say: shut the fuck up. You are here to learn about whatever the hell you want. You are learning how to be better at things that you are good at so that you can get a job doing something you love.
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“All cannot be lost when there is still so much being found”
― Lemony Snicket”
– (via lemonysnicketblog)
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“Writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day.”
― Lemony Snicket”
– (via lemonysnicketblog)
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“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via booksandnerds)
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Untitled Poem
White-washed women,
fading into shadows, mourn
for cotton-faced soldiers, who,
like obsolescent toys,
are tossed carelessly in a box
and forgotten.
This is not my usual style, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Thoughts?
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Halina Poświatowska, Untitled
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be near me close because only then i am not chilled
the cold roars in from space
when i think how big she is as compared to me
then i am in need of your two interlocked arms two rays of the universe
translated by Marek Lugowski
(submitted by panzerschreck)
“Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”
– Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The Shadow of the Wind)
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“Taking one’s chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up feeling...”
– Lemony Snicket (via notcompletelysane)
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NIGEL THORNBERRY
this is hilarious
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The Exquisite Corpse from a poetry workshop.
It’s the kind of cold where your capillaries shrink and everything glows, when you feel like your fingers might shatter if you so much as point. You require immediate medical attention. Prescribed from the devil the hottest form of pain Beneath the blade of your demon inferno, you promised me a fire in your waiting palms. Turn your hands so they face the floor. Kiss me. I’ll fade away,...
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Hypergraphia:
an overpowering desire to write.
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Sharing Poetry: W.S. Merwin, "The River of Bees" →
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In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills my house Into whose courtyard a blindman followed The goats and stood singing Of what was older Soon it will be fifteen years He was old he will have fallen into his eyes I took my eyes A long way to…
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“Books have the same enemies as people: fire, humidity, animals, weather, and...”
– Paul Valery (via reading-as-breathing)
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So here's the beginning of a thing...
A portly young man dressed in Southwest Air attire plummeted through the air. His navy blue pants and white oxford shirt billowed as his limbs flailed fruitlessly. Both of his shoes had already been pulled off by the wind, which was currently trying to unbutton his shirt. He did not scream, but his eyes sure wanted to—they looked like they might burst out of his head if the pressure of his panic...
