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October 2009
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August 2009
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Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead 1990
Guildenstern: Whose serve? Rosencrantz: Err… Guildenstern: Hesitation! Love-one. Rosencrantz: Whose go? Guildenstern: Why? Rosencrantz: Why not? Guildenstern: What for? Rosencrantz: Foul! No synonyms! One-all. Guildenstern: What in God’s name is going on? Rosencrantz: Foul! No rhetoric! Two-one. Guildenstern: What does it all add up to? ...
June 2009
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May 2009
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March 2009
5 posts
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I must have struck those whom I knew in Paris as over-preoccupied and absentminded. And it was true; I had such an extreme receptivity to external stimuli that every detail engraved itself in my memory with all its color and solidity; at the same time, like a lunatic, I was a passive instrument of another power that operated from somewhere inside, that was at once me and not me. There was nothing...
February 2009
3 posts
January 2009
13 posts
Preciousness, Precious I kiss precious preciousness which is my darling and my delight, my sweet baby deliciously bright bless her I am all sleepy bless her precious baby precious precious baby my delight, I kiss her I am all hers, all hers
when i was five i went fishing with my family my dad caught a turtle my mom caught a snapper my brother caught a crab i caught a whale
that night we ate crab the next night we ate turtle the next night we ate snapper the next night we ate whale the next night we ate whale the next night we ate whale the next night we ate whale the next night we ate whale the next night we ate whale ...
“Why can’t I shake the feeling that the infinite emptiness that gnaws at my...”
– Chuck Lorre (vanity cards)
1. Loomings
Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November...
November 2008
4 posts
“The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and...”
– David Foster Wallace
October 2008
7 posts
“Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting....”
– Warhol
It’s not that students don’t “get” Kafka’s humor but that we’ve taught them to see humor as something you get — the same way we’ve taught them that a self is something you just have. No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke — that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and...
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I...”
– Walt Whitman
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
September 2008
10 posts
I was the product of an aborted pregnancy, son to a loving single mother and a loving single father, and I breathe your air and eat your food and watch your popular television. I listen to your top forty station and shop at the same supermarket. I stand behind you in line at the register and roll my eyes whenever you bring out the coupon book. I enjoy pornography in mislabeled folders behind...
“The dullest person becomes interesting if you feel that he is really himself,...”
– Arthur Christopher Benson
Look out the window….Doesn’t this remind you of when you’re in the boat and then later that night you’re lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, ‘Why is it that the landscape is moving, but the boat is still?
dead man
Neither from itself nor from another, Nor from both, Nor without a cause, Does anything whatever, anywhere arise
On Being Ill
Considering how common illness is, how tremendous the spiritual change that it brings, how astonishing, when the lights of health go down, the undiscovered countries that are then disclosed, what wastes and deserts of the soul a slight attack of influenza brings to light…it becomes strange indeed that illness has not taken its place with love, battle, and jealousy among the prime themes of...