Mar 7, 2019
Tenderness between people is nothing other than awareness of the possibility of relations without purpose.
Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia
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Tenderness between people is nothing other than awareness of the possibility of relations without purpose.
Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia
And how does a body break bread with the word when the word has broken. Again. And. Again. With the wine. And the loaf. And the excellent glass of the body. And she says, Even. If. The. Sky. Is. Falling. My. Peace. Rose. Is. In. Bloom.
C.D. Wright, “More Blues and the Abstract Truth” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47842/more-blues-and-the-abstract-truth
Snow on your face, your blood blue, Christ is your liquor, your dog, but not your death
Ice, Fanny Howe
Miserable riddle, when the same worm must be my mother, and my sister and myself!
Death’s Duel (John Donne)
At four in the morning the earth began to smell, black loam dilating the nostrils of the irises until they unfurled on the spot and everything became charged as if there were a loose horse running down the beaten path. The birds were driven crazy and said things everyone wants to hear. Meanwhile the town slept. God knows what they dreamt. Every girl over the age of twelve drank and had a baby. Sometimes the fathers would push the babies around the block and give them a dirty shoe to suck on. Every father over the age of nine smoked. The only soul out on the streets was lost in the middle of life wandering and weeping. no, wait, there was another one screaming into his cell phone 'You don't have any cool friends, Susan is a rubber tire and Becky is fucking thirty and bangs guys half her age, no, you don't, you don't have any cool friends, so go fuck yourself, Alicia.' Everyone did terrible things with their cars, driving them in a state of vagabondia toward a mountain range made of soft-serve. Who knows the difference between man and nature? Perhaps the river despises its own philosophy and would stop if it could. These are the questions of spring.
Mary Ruefle, What Went Ye Out into May to See, “Trances of the Blast”
when i only want for you to pull over and hold me till i can't remember my own name
Giovanni Franchi’s wrists flicked Flickeringly as he flacked them His wrists explained things
Mina Loy, “Giovanni Franchi”
I smell like: Colette Black Musk Oil, Clean Perfume, Body Shop Coconut Body Butter, Hawaiian Tropic Sunscreen SPF whatever (year-round just to smell beachy). Sex, angel dust, acid rain, amphetamine, Juicy Fruit, supernature! BRRRRRRR.
Cat Marnell, http://www.xojane.com/author/cat