May 2013
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—and try as I will, I cannot fuck words!
– “philip roth”, ‘deception’, page 186
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Anonymous asked: favorite music?
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mushroom legacy // a coupla bros
pizzasluuut:
and this is what we look like now and today
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Woodsaddle: sun. →
woodsaddle:
and anyhoo some of us washed up on our twenties like sea-wrack, thrown out limbless in the wild woods to distract the wolves while our betters tried to get the generator started again, on those sundays when the poison lingered longest and hardest in our capillaries, bursting them as it drained, we gleamed at the conspiracy which prints out the hardest crossword puzzles
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…the one experience I shall never describe.
– woolf, on the matter of her death
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my favorite morning is not caring if blood on...
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I COULD SIGH INTO YOUR HIDE, SAY “I HOPE I’M HERE FOREVER”....
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c. 44 B.C., Rome:
Court Physician dissects Caesar &nd describes his twentythree wounds.
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In 1943 William Faulkner wrote to Eudora Welty after reading one of her early short stories to say “You’re doing all right.”
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always be sure you get your moon in the right part of the sky.
– herschel brickell, on writing
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sardines
it has also been used as the name of a children’s game, where one person hides and each successive person who finds the hidden one packs into the same space until there is only one left out, who becomes the next one to hide.
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I didn’t understand anything, Philly. I never could read a map. I’ll...
– fr. daniel berrigan, on the occasion of brother philip’s reveal of plans for the nine
I was never in love with any of these boys. Sure, I liked some of them more than...
– danny fields (via pizzasluuut)
My files, my files!
– head clerk, selective service system office, catonsville, 05.17.68
Sam Quint (whorevidal) on Twitter →
The latest from Sam Quint (@whorevidal). my hands ain’t dirty as my mind
any of y’alls got twitter better believe i’m trying to see about it
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AND I BOUGHT US TWO TICKETS ON THAT COAST CITY BUS
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I finally understood the futility of such work.
– Danilo Kiš, turning away from political writing
April 2013
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THE SCHOOLMEN WERE SCHOOLBOYS FIRST, STEPHEN SAID SUPERPOLITELY. ARISTOTLE WAS ONCE PLATO’S SCHOOLBOY.
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the late light cuts red yellow red through uneaten apple’s apple tree
the mica makes glint of the pavement, sweat slips brow and magnifies
the block casts shadow long as i see myself
the block is on the pavement
the drink drinks loud in the garage and the grown-ups laugh with it
the fields across have just been sold and the block needs to be in the garage it just does
i-80 cut...
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Posthumous: it sounds like the name of a Roman gladiator, an unconquered...
– bolaño