1. impatience 2. joy
finally watched Jules et Jim
i tried to take screenshots but they didn’t work out. Or they worked out great.
How do you know if a Finn likes you?
He’s staring at your shoes instead of his own. Ha! Been reading this great book about introverts, i’m treating it as self help. and this joke was inside because apparently the Finnish are very introverted – + this cover reminds me of the Japanese version of Murakami’s 1Q84. lovely.
tenderness is the fear of adulthood
finally watched the september issue — i think the real reason I don’t watch documentaries is not because they are boring, its because they’re too real, and i’d just rather not. . .?
Make no mistake: if he rose at all It was as His body; If the cell’s dissolution did not reverse, the molecule reknit, The amino acids rekindle, The Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, Each soft spring recurrent; It was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the Eleven apostles; It was as His flesh; ours. The same hinged thumbs and toes The same valved heart...
to the tune of lola
But still–but still–it absolutely does not bother me that I’m now just a part of the work I do. I don’t feel the least bit alienated from my life. If anything, I sometimes feel that by concentrating on my work like this, with all the mindless determination of an ant, I’m getting closer to the “real me.” I don’t know how to put it, but it’s kind of like...
New Yorkers only bond over two types of incidents:...
The thing with New Yorkers is not that we have no fear. What sets us apart from many non-New-Yorkers is our ability to keep it hid. You know how they say dogs can smell fear so don’t show it? We are very good at not showing it. We’ve extended this rule of thumb beyond dogs to people. Actually I don’t think we even use it with dogs, just people. (We do show fear of dogs. That is...
the feeling of floating on a cloud a small one, barely off the side walk but still a cloud, soft, gently, seductive I am feeling a sense of the future the first stone step of my future in my stomach not the flutter of butterflies but the substance of well done
Waiting forever for the train, I didn’t even notice the lingering taste of your cigarettes in my mouth. Until I noticed and tried to swallow all the saliva I could till my mouth was dry. It was because you said you were sentimental my ears perked up and I fell down.
anti-hope, clarice lispector
” — ah, I don’t want to say that it’s the opposite of beauty, “opposite of beauty” doesn’t even make sense — what comes out of the roach is: “today,” blessed be the fruit of thy womb — I want the present without dressing it up with a future that redeems it, not even with a hope — until how what hope wanted in me was just to conjure away the present....
I stopped being a temple a long time ago — lost to the foretelling of fall ( (inevitable) (cyclical) ) falls, lasting only briefly, leaving only briefs all else off — including the braces that hold up your propriety, asking me to do the same — saying so good and meaning give more.
the only phrase that occurs to me is: fair enough
I don’t believe I’ve seen a movie that ended on such a(n) (im)perfect line as this one. (alphaville—don’t google it up, just watch it)
autumn deepens and the butterflies that made me afraid are only fossils white against white against the incomparable beauty of skies in which there are always planes enough to carry me to ante-sentimental lands
found this poem in the new museum
… undressing herself she made me memorize the trajectories of her body … j.g. ballard
found this poem in the Times
If I die of love, No other name than yours Will be raised in blame, But no doubt you’ll just say, That’s life; nothing lasts forever. Hon’ami Koetsu
art appreciation in congress! make it happen! http://www.govtrack.us/congress/bills/112/hres319/text
i'll be obedient to you, he said, then left for...
the men came through the town of the women and raided attacked with affection drank all the water and left behind a parched landscape empty vitrines and cracked lake beds turtles which when alive symbolize longevity are found dead, scattered, and unfortunate this is not a good theme for any story
Scrubbing the dirt off old sneakers (true) ‘cause I have nothing better to do with my time (untrue).
eluard / godard
Ta voix, tes yeux, tes mains, tes lèvres, le silence, nos paroles, la lumière qui s’en va, la lumière qui revient, un seul sourire pour nous deux, par besoin de savoir, j’ai vu la nuit créer le jour sans que nous changions d’apparence, ô bien aimée de tous et bien aimée d’un seul, en silence ta bouche a promis d’être heureuse, ‘de loin en loin’ est la haine, ‘de proche en proche’ est l’amour, par...
butterflies that visit in the summer chasing away appetites disappear by fall taking with them new resolutions now old which is when new butterflies appear I shiver and shiver holding unsteady my steady right hand
My favorite season is approaching!!!! And in one...
plan for a sentimental house
we live in a sentimental house we prepare sentimental meals we drink sentimental coffee the carton of soymilk in the fridge increases our estrogen that might be why we cry sometimes for the many years we didn’t cry we live in a sentimental house we wear sentimental clothes we put on sentimental jewelry we spritz sentimental scents on our necks our wrists, our hair, in our sentimental...
4 out of 7
The children of lovers are orphans, The friends of lovers are lonely, Best to be a lover.
My mom said that when I was born, she looked me all over to see if everything came out okay, I had two eyes, one nose, one mouth, and —wait, where was the other ear?! Apparently it was flattened against the side of my head. Had I been sleeping on one side for 9 months? She had to tug my ears outwards and forwards for a couple of months to straighten them out, and that is how I became a person...