February 2012
12 posts
2 tags
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
borrachaa:
American Nightmare by The Misfits
January 2012
32 posts
3 tags
yuyeetz
More Than a Feeling by Boston
1 tag
John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter... →
tamburina:
New York November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping,...
1 tag
3 tags
New Paint by Loudon Wainwright III
3 tags
Forget by Czeslaw Milosz
Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.
Sometimes you hear a distant refrain. What does it mean, you ask, who is singing? A childlike sun grows warm. A grandson and a great-grandson are born. You are led by the hand once again.
The names of the rivers remain with...
1 tag
“Diego:
Nothing compares to your hands
nothing like the green-gold of
your...”
– excerpt from Frida Kahlo’s diary (via amourstatique)
3 tags
“Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.”
Hunter S. Thompson’s note to his grandson Will (2005).
3 tags
Kiss Off by Violent Femmes
1 tag
1 tag
4 tags
My Little Needle by Alkaline Trio
3 tags
Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to a waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do is tie the poem to a...
1 tag
2 tags
“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides (via perpetual-summer)
4 tags
Surgeon by St. Vincent
3 tags
For the Foxes by 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 their God
for...
1 tag
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via weelittleactress)
December 2011
40 posts
3 tags
Love After Love by Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take...
3 tags
Debaser by Pixies
1 tag
