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Poetry, prose, edifying GIFs.

[gruntledandhinged]

[humansofnewyork]

“I’ve lost count of how many foster homes that I’ve stayed in. It seemed like I would move every six months, because they didn’t like me or I didn’t like them. I pushed a lot of people away and I burned a lot of bridges. But I’m the 9th of 12 children. I was the only one to go to college. I don’t have any kids. No crazy ex-boyfriends. And I turned out OK because of the people in foster care who didn’t go anywhere when I tried to push them away.” “Anyone in particular?” “There were a lot. But there was a counselor at one of my group homes named Jenelle Bugue. And when I woke up crying at 3 AM because I felt like nobody loved me, she would sit with me and tell me that she cared about me, and she wasn’t going anywhere. And she’d tell me that God cared about me, and that God wasn’t going anywhere.”

[humansofnewyork]

"I’ve got an idea for an exercise machine that’s going to smoke the whole exercise machine market. It’s called the Super Flow Flex 360 Infinity. It synchronizes you and lines up all your molecules to propel you into an inner dimension. It will literally take you out of this world. I’ve even got a slogan: ‘Super Flow Flex, better than sex.’"

[aleyma]

Yoshida Hiroshi, Sacred Bridge, 1937 (source).

[ghestwork]

Selection from Kilvert's Diary (first gleaned by @kalebhorton).

[ghestwork]

"A downside to The Wire’s HD remaster is when D’Angelo shouts “Where’s Wallace?” you can see Wallace standing just outside the 4:3 safe zone."

[aleyma]

Gari Melchers, Skaters, c.1892 (source).

[ghestwork]

Christmas is over.

[oldloves]

"So I met this man, who was very young, as I was. We went out for dinner in a group, with people I didn’t know. And there it was. I didn’t speak English, he didn’t speak French. I haven’t a clue how we managed. The miracle of love…

Years later at the Waldorf in New York, where I had a very nice suite, I invited Miles to dinner. The face of the maitre d’hotel when he came in was indescribable. After two hours, the food was more or less thrown in our faces. The meal was long and painful, and then he left.

At four o’clock in the morning I got a call from Miles, who was in tears. “I couldn’t come by myself,” he said. “I don’t ever want to see you again here, in a country where this kind of relationship is impossible.” I suddenly understood that I’d made a terrible mistake, from which came a strange feeling of humiliation that I’ll never forget. In America his colour was made blatantly obvious to me, whereas in Paris I didn’t even notice that he was black.

Between Miles and me there was a great love affair, the kind you’d want everybody to experience. Throughout our lives, we were never lost to each other. Whenever he could, he would leave messages for me in the places I travelled in Europe: “I was here, you weren’t.”

He came to see me at my house a few months before he died. He was sitting in the drawing room and at one point I went to the verandah to look at the garden. I heard his devilish laugh. I asked him what had provoked it. “No matter where I was,” he said, “in whatever corner of the world, looking at that back, I’d know it was you.”

- The French singer and actress, Juliette Gréco, in an essay for The Guardian on her romance with Miles Davies

[ghestwork]

[ghestwork]

Gender, blah, blah, blah – The Los Angeles Review of Books

"This invocation of a supposed gender-blindness — and a defense, it seems, of proceeding as it has always done — relies on an idea that there are only two possibilities: either a resigned passivity, or thoroughgoing positive discrimination. By invoking a quota system, an alarm bell is triggered for those firmly attached to the idea of meritocracy. And yet the cries of “but meritocracy!” that go up when critics urge a concerted effort to overcome inequality reflect a naive belief in some pure meritocracy as having always (or ever) prevailed. A complex mix of factors (talent, graft, luck, confidence, opportunity, connections) enables anyone to get anywhere — and I suspect magazine editors know this better than anyone."

Katherine Angel comments on VIDA stats and literary magazines.

[sartorial]

On the Street…..After Miu Miu, Paris http://ift.tt/1vlRCbM

[ghestwork]

[sartorial]

On the Street…..Drashta & Jahnavi, Mumbai http://ift.tt/1yWTPwn

[humansofnewyork]

“There was a long period when I was pretty directionless, and she always had a way of putting a positive spin on things. Whenever I got down on myself, she could convince me that I was working for assholes and everyone else was an idiot.”

[ghestwork]

[ghestwork]

I am creating an archive of "good times" on this blog.