January 2010
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i'm a child to snow
I’m reading my journal from a few months ago and it’s filled with poems. Who knew.
I didn’t. That’s why I wrote in the first place, I guess. And I don’t know still, so I probably won’t ever know. I’m shamefully pleased, though, at my frankness. It’s vulgar. I’m confident in my uncertainty and fear. I just say it now. A little sad and a little...
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dominant
Free-writing. Free writing. Writing to be free. Freed. Next letter. Greed.
I don’t write anymore and have lost the touch for it. I may be too hard or too direct. But not eloquently direct. I don’t write with a conviction that is admirable.
I don’t write prose or poetry. I slam words together and try to force them to mean something and then I wonder why it is one-dimensional.
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Desiderata
cozybooknook:
This is a prose poem by Max Ehrmann, meaning “desired things” in Latin, and I thought I would post it up here because it’s comforting. While I generally don’t condone platitudes (e.g. religion), I find this genuinely helpful. I’ve always had a copy of it; my mom copied it out when she was young and made it into a little paper book bound with green yarn. She also included happy...
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Watch
“Greatness is a spiritual condition.”
– Matthew Arnold
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Watch
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“Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will...”
– Paulo Coelho, from By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
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You have talents and dreams because it’s your job to. It’s what you’re supposed to give back to the Universe. I don’t want to preach New Age philosophy, but if there is something we are so happy doing that we can’t imagine doing anything else, then how do you explain it? Why can’t it be our job to live our dream and make it happen?
I have big dreams that may...
how to withdraw
Is anyone young at heart besides the young? Children don’t know that they’re different, or that others are different, or that when they dance people can see them. They don’t know that they exist in the thoughts of others.
All they know is that they are there, in that moment, and that moment is the only moment there is. Nothing comes after it just as nothing came before it. Life...
visual culture
I like to be aware of people and find out what they’re doing. Not because I care about them, really, but more because I care that they’re doing some cool things. And that they’re going places.
I want to get out of this place. It’s so melodramatic, but I feel like a failure.
I have never feared creativity as much as I do now.
I want to get away. I want to get away from...
i have a lust
I muster the courage to text one more time. Thanks, phone. Thanks to me and my interest in men whose monosyllabic responses don’t fill me up at all, but take things away. I do it to myself. I know there will be no reciprocation and that makes everything more intense. And pathetic.
So I like to keep my phone on silent, so I have to keep checking for a reply. I like to stay up late and buy...
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“He believed he could paint with the passion and extravagance that are natural to...”
– Sinclair Ross, from As For Me and My House
a door closed
What is this new decade? It is new as new can be; wet with snow and grime, crawling from the putrefying womb of the last ten years. All of us together gave birth to this time. This time is our child.
Why is it only once a year we see time as something new or fresh? Aren’t we obsessed with change? It’s the greatest fear and greatest desire. One day of the year represents to us a fresh...