December 2011
1 post
“The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means...”
– William Faulkner
June 2011
1 post
March 2011
1 post
“So, I went to read English books, and did my best to avoid the speccy, spotty...”
“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
February 2011
15 posts
The Brilliance of Zach Braff
1.”I mean, they lost both parents. That’s just careless.” – Zach Braff on orphans
2.”I mean, I’m a writer, actor, AND director. Not to rock the boat or anything, but compare that to a carpenter and, in the end, who is the better man?” – Zach Braff on Jesus
3.”Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of killing unwanted babies, it’s just that the idea of letting women make a decision doesn’t sit...
i hate writing. i love having written. - dorothy parker
Never deny desire. Not once. Always go to the garden and the kitchen. Whatever death means, the large white cactus flower still opens in the evening and floods the air with lust and hot wet loins. The mushroom sauce on the corn mush will calm no one, either.
That is why they are better than words.
“I know what’s wrong with me—I could never stand still for death! Which you’ve got to do, by a certain age, or be ridiculous—you’ve got to stand there nobly and serene and let death run his tape out your arms and around your belly and up your crotch until he’s got you fitted for that last black suit. And I can’t, I won’t! So I’m left wrestling with this anachronistic energy which God has...
January 2011
21 posts
let’s get rich and buy our parents home in the south of france
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?
If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
December 2010
20 posts
it is such a secret place, the land of tears
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
– Sylvia Plath
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when...
