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myloveforscarlett: pretty-girl: Scarlett Johansson and Liev...

Thu, 11 Mar 2010 00:47:12 -0500

myloveforscarlett:

pretty-girl:

Scarlett Johansson and Liev Shreiber

A View from the Bridge was such, SUCH a good play, and their acting was certainly part of it

Colors and the Kids, by Cat Power (all this pretty weather, all...

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 14:22:24 -0500

Colors and the Kids, by Cat Power

(all this pretty weather, all this pretty music)

crushes: I could have sworn I loved you in 6th grade.Fell to pieces when you switched...

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 13:55:01 -0500

crushes:

I could have sworn I loved you in 6th grade.
Fell to pieces when you switched schools.

Found you again, and would reroute my walk to classes just to see you.
Heard of you through friends of friends.

And right now you’re laying next to me 6 years later. It was worth it.

This actually felt like more of a punch in the stomach. You may know who this would be about for me

Interruption: Imagining Louisiana: A Conversation & Reading

Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:18:12 -0500

poetry365:

This Thursday at Poets House in Battery Park City, Manhattan you’ll have the opportunity to hear two Louisiana poets (one of them state Poet Laureate!) speak and read about Louisiana, it’s poetic culture and how it’s changed since their childhoods. Both poets know the physical, emotional and historical landscapes of Louisiana personally and will be wonderful to hear if you have the means.

Details
Thursday, March 11, 7:00pm
Imagining Louisiana: A Conversation & Reading
with Darrell Bourque & Sheryl St. Germain
Moderated by James Tolan

Two Louisiana poets discuss the history, challenges and future of Louisianan poetry, examining the influence of culture and landscape as well as the work of Cajun and Creole poets.

$10, $7 for students and seniors, Free to Poets House Members

I’ll be there with camera and notebook in hand so if anyone in the NY area wants to come by you can also say hello =]

Half a Heart, Jan McLaughlin and Bruce Webber

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:01:00 -0500

poetry365:

she drew in the sand half a heart and spilled wine over the leaves
of summer. driving her car into the seven/eleven she dreamed
of whispering in the ear of a baseball player asking him to
stumble upon her tattoo, a thing not easy in itself to do without
invitation, with half a heart. the dream blue on green,
making yellow in defiance of afternoon sunlight among the thorns
and broken shards of glass without invitation, with half a
heart. she brought him color, and luck of proper wing and sun.
he imagined she loved him despite his illnesses, remembered visits
from her at the asylum on sundays bringing packages of coconut
without invitation, with half a heart. he spends his days asking
only that i never mention her aloud. so i take my box of crayons
and mark over the empty places trying so hard to match the
colors, knowing i will never fool anyone without invitation, with
half a heart.

I really like stories where someone is sick like this.

Here is something

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 21:17:47 -0500

There are things that I miss, of course. The sex is the first thing that comes to mind, and free museum admission. But there’s also the tangling legs before falling asleep and someone to wander around museums with. Also reading aloud in the morning, laughing about classical feminism. I also miss the potential and so many things that simply didn’t happen yet. Can you miss things that never were? Apparently.

But I’m happy despite this occasional sense of lost potential and all these bad dreams. Over all I can say things are good. This spring is bringing change.

What We Know by Miles Fisher I was so full of butterflies Girl,...

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 12:40:00 -0500

What We Know by Miles Fisher

I was so full of butterflies
Girl, you were full of charm.
It took a lot of walking side by side
before we were arm-in-arm

I found Miles Fisher on some blog that’d posted the (super awesome) video for his cover of “This Must be the Place” and I’m so glad I just heard this song. A perfect swoon/just a bit heartbroken song for spring.

ADAM Fall 2010 Ready-to-Wear Collection Slideshow on...

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 00:25:52 -0500

ADAM Fall 2010 Ready-to-Wear Collection Slideshow on Style.com

I really don’t usually care much about fashion as long as I like what I’m wearing and feel comfortable and generally put together but OHMYGOSHTHISSKIRT

But, Michael Palmer (for 3/6)

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:48:00 -0500

poetry365:

But the birth and death of stars?
The birds without wings,

wings without bodies?
The twin suns above the harbor?

The accelerating particles?
The pools of spilled ink?

Pages turning themselves
in The Paper House?

the imagery in this reminds me of C. <3

i will learn how to love a person and then i will teach you and then we will know, Tao Lin

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 17:47:14 -0500

poetry365:

seen from a great enough distance i cannot be seen
i feel this as an extremely distinct sensation
of feeling like shit; the effect of small children
is that they use declarative sentences and then look at your face
with an expression that says, ‘you will never do enough
for the people you love’; i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one is trying hard enough
the effect of this is an extremely shitty sensation
of being the only person alive; i have been alone for a very long time
it will take an extreme person to make me feel less alone
the effect of being alone for a very long time
is that i have been thinking very hard and learning about existence, mortality
loneliness, people, society, and love; i am afraid
that i am not learning fast enough; i can feel the universe expanding
and it feels like no one has ever tried hard enough; when i cried in your room
it was the effect of an extremely distinct sensation that ‘i am the only person
alive,’ ‘i have not learned enough,’ and ‘i can feel the universe
expanding and making things further apart
and it feels like a declarative sentence
whose message is that we must try harder’

worldonfire: shnchn: sampler: (via...

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 01:03:07 -0500

worldonfire:

shnchn:

sampler:

(via myloveforscarlett)

guess who I met tonight?

Poof

Sun, 07 Mar 2010 00:44:17 -0500

dearoldlove:

Every night before I sleep, I reach out because some part of me believes that you’ll magically appear by my side. You always did like mystical things like that. Your feelings were also good at vanishing acts.

bikepornftw: thatsmyribcage: reneekristine: Squidcycle. h...

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 13:27:38 -0500

bikepornftw:

thatsmyribcage:

reneekristine:

Squidcycle.

hahahaha this might be the best thing I will see all day

Hunger Artist, Rita Signorelli-Pappas

Thu, 04 Mar 2010 02:35:10 -0500

poetry365:

I believe I could have saved him.
What he wanted was easy: the poured
sweet wine of encouragement. A smile.

In another life he might have grown
a comfortable margin of flesh, he might
have kept all his teeth and been spared

translation into the skeleton’s cage.
I would have kept an eye on him,
fed him with words passed like bread

broken into a confession of trust.
I would have revealed my own fast,
my own body ribboned into syllables

of bone. I would have untied
the sad bow of his mouth
looped and knotted for a kiss.

Musee de Beaux Arts, W. H. Auden

Tue, 02 Mar 2010 20:21:51 -0500

poetry365:

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

The image upon which this poem is based, by Pieter Bruegel

We covered the 15th and started the 16th century in Art History today so of course this was covered. I love that my professor was absolutely compelled to read the poem to us. There are some things I’ll miss if I leave this school.

Sorry to those who follow my twitter and already saw this, but...

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 15:32:09 -0500

Sorry to those who follow my twitter and already saw this, but this is my first snowperson since I was 2 or so. We managed to get out at the perfect time: it was sunny, not TOO cold, and there was a break between snow bursts. The eyes are lids to film canisters and the mouth is watercolor paint.

him to her (En la Cama)

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 00:35:06 -0500

him to her (En la Cama)

cephalolove: mondojergens: chocolate octopus cookies

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 22:47:53 -0500

cephalolove:

mondojergens:

chocolate octopus cookies

honest artist statements #11

Sat, 20 Feb 2010 23:38:17 -0500

closertotheocean:

i am a very anxious person.

nevver: The Decoy

Wed, 17 Feb 2010 02:07:42 -0500

nevver:

The Decoy