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pilgrimattinkercreek1974

woolgathering by patti smith

everoutoftouch

luthienne

Mary Gaitskill, from Lost Cat as featured in Granta [ID’d]

specialagentartemis

someone convince me that downloading PDFs is not actually the same thing as working on my dissertation

grison-in-space

I just came out here to have a good time

mxworthing

"A student [downloads] hundreds of pages of [PDFs] and takes them home, and the manual labor he exercises in doing so gives him the impression that he possesses the work. Owning the [PDFs] exempts the student from actually reading them. This sort of vertigo of accumulation, a neocapitalism of information, happens to many."

-Umberto Eco (in How to Write a Thesis, originally discussing photocopies)

specialagentartemis

indeed it does Umberto Eco 😔

xanaxfarts

Gem Cities by Neave Bozorgi

mortalityplays

"I'm in my late 20s and I'm scared I've already peaked" just don't peak then, idiot. what do you mean like you're going to just stop trying to think harder and build taller and learn more and get luckier and read deeper and dress better and fuck weirder and run faster and draw crazier and smoke danker and dance bigger and steal better and stun everyone with your cunty charm and zeal because, what, you think those are the rules? get real. get up. you have another 50 years and you're not going to use them??? give them to me.

akindplace

jisoupy

willingdisciple

borderepisteme-deactivated20260

William Gass

top-cheese

– A Brief for the Defense, Jack Gilbert

kiisuuumii

Richard Siken, "Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light," War of the Foxes

velvetmysoul

ltwilliammowett

The Norwegian research vessel Lance is stuck in the Arctic ice, 2015

lunchboxpoems

AUGUST

So this is love. When it slows the rain touches everyone on their way home. Whatever was promised of pleasure costs the body more than it has. Perhaps they were right putting love into books… to look at the sky without asking a question, to look at the sea and know you won’t drown today. Despite all our work, even the worst of life has a place in memory. And the fixed hours between two and five before evening are the aimless future with someone who cannot stay new. August returns us to a gap in history where our errors find the invention of a kinder regret. Almost possible: to believe these days will change more than us but the past too. Which is blue and without end. A long drive toward a remembered place. A secret left on a beach. Underwater where the voices of summer are tones of speech, requiring less of the mind. The familiar creaks in the old floorboards. Glasses left out in the storm. Our handwritten lists with every illegible worry and more. The person you think of despite their cruelty. The sun and its cruelty. How it’s kept its distance and kept us alive. Not needing to know anything about what we do with the rest of desire.

ALEX DIMITROV