January 2011
31 posts
what i learned in creative writing today
“what if we allowed ourselves to be amateurs [from the latin verb amare, ‘to love’].”
the myriad of pick-up lines i can develop with this knowledge are endless.
see: latin needed to be saved.
things you can make (for samantha)
perko:
time
a mixtape
mistakes
peace
a house into a home
to-do lists
dinner
friends
a mess
it right
love
poem
light clarity avocado salad in the morning
after all the terrible things i do how amazing it is
to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness
since what is done is done and forgiveness isn’t love
and love is love nothing can ever go wrong
though things can get irritating boring and dispensable
[in the imagination] but not really for love
though a block away you feel...
the fox in the snow - belle & sebastian
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the language of stuff
“one of the things i like very much about london in the morning is being on the bus, and the bus feeling like a huge bathroom. it’s just full of people who smell of the bath. everyone’s got wet hair, and the bus isn’t really designed to accommodate it. in winter it becomes a huge sauna. it’s an incredibly collective thing. everybody, within the last hour, hour...
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things you can catch
a break
my drift
10:02 am bus
a cold
someone staring
sleep
off guard
up w/ friends
lies
“do you want to sleep with him or be him?”
“both. that’s normal isn’t it?”
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simon amstell, via ‘grandma’s house’
which is more than i can say about some people
“staring out through the windshield, off into the horizon, abby began to think that all the beauty and ugliness and turbulence one found scattered through nature, one could also find in people themselves, all collected there, all together in one single place. no matter what terror or loveliness the earth could produce — winds, seas — a person could produce the same, lived...
“and when they throw the water on the witch, she says, ‘who could ever have...”
– john waters [on the wizard of oz], via ‘the film that changed my life’
as the sparrow vintage →
my dear friend, j. doskocil’s, newest project.
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for the foxes.
shadows
every morning the maple leaves. every morning another chapter where the hero shifts from one foot to the other. every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out you will be alone always and then you will die. so maybe i wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation. dear so-and-so, i’m...
uteruses before duderuses.
ovaries before brovaries.
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“anyway, this was what united us, wasn’t it? the universal desire to avoid...”
– sloane crosley
composure - warpaint
bastard out of westchester
“it’s not that i so desperately wanted out of my teenage wasteland. in fact, the big problem was that there was nothing definite to escape. the walls of suburbia are as flexible as the grass blades that blanket it. the side effects of growing up ‘just outside of [insert major urban center here]’ are many but practically intangible. this is logical given the fact that...
