AND THE COYOTES HOWLED, Lev St. Valentine, Part I
AND THE COYOTES HOWLED, Part II
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AND THE COYOTES HOWLED, Lev St. Valentine, Part I
AND THE COYOTES HOWLED, Part II
personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre
Edward Hopper, a native New Yorker, was an avid theater-goer. These are some ticket stubs he saved between 1925 and 1936, with the names of the plays written on the back: Hamlet with Gielgud, Strange Interlude, Green Pastures, The Doctor's Dilemma, and six others. And the priciest was for Gielgud—$3.30 to sit in the orchestra.
Photo: Whitney Museum of American Art
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my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6
forgive yourself again and again and again and again and again
love letters, victoria chang
when ask polly/heather havrilesky wrote "the pain of heartbreak isn't actually so terrible, once you subtract shame from the picture" !!!!!!
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Carrie Mae Weems ‘Kitchen Tabel Series’ (1989-90)
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gerard tried to encroach on berts novelty t-shirt game with the vampire poolboy shirt or w/e but he’ll never be her
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“Even at an individual level, there are remarkably few of even the most openly gay people who are not deliberately in the closet with someone personally or economically or institutionally important to them. Furthermore, the deadly elasticity of heterosexist presumption means that, like Wendy in Peter Pan, people find new walls springing up around them even as they drowse: every encounter with a new classful of students, to say nothing of a new boss, social worker, loan officer, landlord, doctor, erects new closets whose fraught and characteristic laws of optics and physics exact from at least gay people new surveys, new calculations, new draughts and requisitions of secrecy or disclosure. Even an out gay person deals daily with interlocutors about whom she doesn’t know whether they know or not; it is equally difficult to guess for any given interlocutor whether, if they did know, the knowledge would seem very important. Nor-at the most basic level-is it unaccountable that someone who wanted a job, custody or visiting rights, insurance, protection from violence, from “therapy,” from distorting stereotype, from insulting scrutiny, from simple insult, from forcible interpretation of their bodily product, could deliberately choose to remain in or to reenter the closet in some or all segments of their life. The gay closet is not a feature only of the lives of gay people.But for many gay people it is still the fundamental feature of social life; and there can be few gay people, however courageous and forthright by habit, however fortunate in the support of their immediate communities, in whose lives the closet is not still a shaping presence.“
Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, Epistemology of the Closet
“I’m not sure it is possible to articulate grief through language. You can say, I was so sad I thought my bones would collapse. I thought I would die. But language always falls short of the body when it comes to the intensity of corporeal experience. The best we can do is bring language in relationship to corporeal experience—bring words close to the body—as close as possible. Close enough to shatter them. Or close enough to knock a body out. To bring language close to the intensity of experiences like love or death or grief or pain is to push on the affect of language. Its sounds and grunts and ecstatic noises. The ritual sense of language. Or the cry.”
— Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water
“Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.”
— Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103
constantly constantly thinking about this
The Song of Wandering Aengus
by W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
sorry but there is no romance in bluetooth earbuds. they're very handy and nice but nothing will ever compare to sharing a pair of corded earbuds with someone to listen to music or watch a video and leaning together so the earbuds don't get pulled out. even now when i get handed a bluetooth earbud to share i lean close out of instinct. we need to bring the cords back for the love of god
and before anyone says it, the rituals are NOT intricate. the rituals are MUNDANE, UNSELFCONSCIOUS, and EARNEST, and therefore they are HOLY