February 2011
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January 2011
94 posts
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matisse
After having walked up stairs and then down stairs in a building whose walls sometimes go sideways but never wrong ways I am wondering which of my ways have gone wrong.
After looking at the cuts and prints and sketches, I do say, “Don’t talk to me about Matisse,” over and over and I wonder if, one day, my own name will have gone wrong.
I suppose I could sit eyes glazed, heart...
Who wants a poem!? (That's what I thought,...
cozybooknook:
I am crying on my bed
It’s new and soft
and already wet
It’s beautiful I love it
Shafts of light filter
through my blinds onto my
newly hung
pretentious pictures
I made my room
just how I wanted it
My two cats are here
lying with me
purring while I’m crying
they’re new and soft
and already wet
and tired of my sorrow
They’re beautiful I love them
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WatchA very brief walk through Brian Jungen’s exhibit… which turned out to be sideways. No one is sure why.
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Anonymous asked: your blog changed me. i'm a young gay male and i thought i needed to be shallow. i used to waste time on reality tv and cheap pop music but since i stated following you i realised i need to read things to learn and make things. i want to do something that matters. you and everything about you made me wake up and leave shallow stuff behind. and for that i thank you. love you. xxx
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Dear Demographic - a poem by Amber Tamblyn
I’d like to say: As a former member of your clique, (and a current member of your representation) I know it’s hard to be a young woman ages 18-to-24-years-old.
They put you in a time slot that doesn’t reflect your views with a rating system that doesn’t reflect your truth.
Listen: from one cynical self-hater-by-default to another please put down the...
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pleas, but they're nothing
Where is the suited man, the learned man, the man with gentle hands? The man who knows Bach, Turner, Degas? The man unafraid to cry? The man who can grow bravely, love bravely, go all the old ways? Where might I find this man who has a steadfast love and safe bed? And, if I find him, is he looking for the same?
I am no such man.
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i'll admit
Of all the things I do to myself, this loneliness must be the worst. I’m not foolish enough or so young to think that it would solve my problems if I were to find you, or that there would be no problems to speak of if I had found you already. There would be, many of them the same. I still would be struggling with purpose, waning talents and dreams that end; there still would be addictions...
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unseasonable
Due to rising temperatures, the sidewalks are showing the ground at their edges and even though the grass is crushed and there are only bits of green in the carpet of brown, there is still life hidden under all of that snow. There are white walls of it and still it can’t keep life away. I stepped through streams and rapids rushing down the sidewalk and they will freeze over by morning, but...
Anonymous asked: I agree with that other anon. Just wanted to let you know that "Autumn Leaves" is a beautiful song by any standard. Your voice is stunning. Sorry to hear you won't be pursuing music.
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to be again
Maybe it’s the weather warming briefly or that I’ve actually noticed the skyline again, but I feel I’m almost ready. Maybe it’s that I haven’t been out in the snow or that I’ve been able to wake on my own, without stress and an alarm clock. Maybe I’m almost ready. I could be. Because there are times when I think I could be good, I could love someone. Maybe...
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last night's journal
Actually, what it all is, what it turns out to be is theft. Theft and pure luck that I am able to pluck some word I’ve heard before and drop it against another, some gift that it drags the right way, a weight on the tongue. But it isn’t much more. I can imagine how some struggle with themselves. I’ve heard about it. There are some whose fingers run into each other, fumbling,...
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in plain english, eel fingers
What I’m afraid of is this: that if I leave my familiar house people will begin to look at me, first from a distance, studying and scrutinizing. Then they will inch closer to me as their eyes widen and shine. Oh, I should mention that to me, in my mind, people are long and spindly, with fingers long and fluid with life, like eels. They squirm towards me and their long necks extend until...
WatchClick the squares…
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Anonymous asked: post your icon photo!
Anonymous asked: post your icon photo!
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