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Chez Nous - Photo by Galaxie Andrews by LostNCheeseland on Flickr.

[anneboyer]

Sometimes it’s easy to believe that poetry is decorative to the leisure of the children of the rich or a flourish to a cop car or a form of banking and pacification or a strident and fractured whining or a frame with nothing in it but Kenny Goldsmith and everyone else’s blood. Sometimes it’s easy...

[bobschofield-deactivated2018101]

In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.

Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)

[katiejeanshinkle-deactivated201]

"—-all writers are/star-fuckers—-"

Alice Notley, “I Watch the 1977 Academy Awards” (via katiejeanshinkle)

[overdose-art]

Gustav Klimt, details part. I

[pankmagazine]

My stalker had one blue eye and one green. Before he became my stalker, he was my lover and I wanted him before he wanted me. During our first date, he kept his distance and I leaned toward his tall strength, his blond silkiness. He tantalized me and set me spinning.

I was the first to propose...

[marismolka-blog]

[scientificenterprise]

my role at family functions is to look the best and to drink the wine

[transparent-galaxy]

[kinamv]

A ventilation / an echosystem: An interview with Carrie Lorig

"A sentence is its own magnolia tree."

[crossconnectmag]

Artist Samantha Keely Smith paints breathtaking abstract landscapes that resemble the swirling waters of the ocean. Using oil paint, enamel, and shellac, Smith builds up multiple translucent layers of color, alternating between soft brushstrokes and large, sweeping gestures to evoke crashing waves, surging tides, and stormy floods.

Via 

// Selected by Sunil

[asdfae]

Chatlogs with rapist Stephen Tully Dierks (see previous post for firsthand accounts) reposted with permission from from a post made by Isabel Sanhueza in the Alt Lit Gossip facebook group.

As some of you already know, Stephen Tully Dierks and I were in a relationship from July 2014 until yesterday when he was publicly outed as a rapist and an abuser. After I found out, Stephen repeatedly sent me increasingly manipulative and disturbing facebook messages until I felt that I had no other choice than to block him for the sake of my safety and sanity. I’m choosing to share these messages because I think they serve as complete and total proof of the fact that Stephen either can’t or won’t take accountability for his actions and how they have affected the lives of others. Honestly, I feel scared to keep these messages to myself, on both a personal level and because not sharing them might mean that he could potentially get away with hurting more people. This is frustratingly difficult for me to do; as someone who has seen a very different side of Stephen, it has been so hard to admit that someone I loved and trusted is also a rapist and a predator. That being said, I think that because I was so easily fooled, it’s all the more important for me to share these messages. I want to add that I am posting these with the explicit consent and encouragement of Tiffany, who has been so brave, as have Sophia and all other women involved.

[halffun-deactivated20141003]

He and Tao in his flippant dismissal of EK don’t break character once

They’re clearly purposefully trying to continue to manipulate the situations

[sarahjeanalex]

STD is fucking sick.

[mysharona1987]

A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you.

Caitlin Stasey (via sarahjeanalex)

[kinamv]

A Poem By Patricia Lockwood

The rape joke is that you were 19 years old. The rape joke is that he was your boyfriend. ... The rape joke is that you asked why he did it. The rape joke is he said he didn’t know, like what else would a rape joke say? The rape joke said YOU were the one who was drunk, and the rape joke said you remembered it wrong, which made you laugh out loud for one long split-open second. The wine coolers weren’t Bartles & Jaymes, but it would be funnier for the rape joke if they were. It was some pussy flavor, like Passionate Mango or Destroyed Strawberry, which you drank down without question and trustingly in the heart of Cincinnati Ohio.

[kinamv]

Meditation at Lagunitas by Robert Hass : The Poetry Foundation

All the new thinking is about loss. / In this it resembles all the old thinking. / The idea, for example, that each particular erases / the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown-

[larmoyante]

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via larmoyante)

[donnelgarcia]

[kinamv]

Vertical blog that follows back <3