Daphne: “Should we… do something about him?”
Velma: “Freddy always does this with piles of books. Let him get it out of his system.”
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Daphne: “Should we… do something about him?”
Velma: “Freddy always does this with piles of books. Let him get it out of his system.”
my childhood slash still accurate
Failures in Infinitives
why am i doing this? Failure to keep my work in order so as to be able to find things to paint the house to earn enough money to live on to reorganize the house so as to be able to paint the house & to be able to find things and earn enough money so as to be able to put books together to publish works and books to have time to answer mail & phone calls to wash the windows to make the kitchen better to work in to have the money to buy a simple radio to listen to while working in the kitchen to know enough to do grownups work in the world to transcend my attitude to an enforced poverty to be able to expect my checks to arrive on time in the mail to not always expect that they will not to forget my mother’s attitudes on humility or to continue to assume them without suffering to forget how my mother taunted my father about money, my sister about i cant say it failure to forget mother and father enough to be older, to forget them to forget my obsessive uncle to remember them some other way to remember their bigotry accurately to cease to dream about lions which always is to dream about them, I put my hand in the lion’s mouth to assuage its anger, this is not a failure to notice that’s how they were; failure to repot the plants to be neat to create & maintain clear surfaces to let a couch or a chair be a place for sitting down and not a table to let a table be a place for eating & not a desk to listen to more popular music to learn the lyrics to not need money so as to be able to write all the time to not have to pay rent, con ed or telephone bills to forget parents’ and uncle’s early deaths so as to be free of expecting care; failure to love objects to find them valuable in any way; failure to preserve objects to buy them and to now let them fall by the wayside; failure to think of poems as objects to think of the body as an object; failure to believe; failure to know nothing; failure to know everything; failure to remember how to spell failure; failure to believe the dictionary & that there is anything to teach; failure to teach properly; failure to believe in teaching to just think that everybody knows everything which is not my failure; I know everyone does; failure to see not everyone believes this knowing and to think we cannot last till the success of knowing to wash all the dishes only takes ten minutes to write a thousand poems in an hour to do an epic, open the unwashed window to let in you know who and to spirit thoughts and poems away from concerns to just let us know, we will to paint your ceilings & walls for free Bernadette Mayer
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💔 http://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2014/10/the-saddest-thing-about-the-keshadr-luke-lawsuit/381463/ 💔
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This is a lion tree. It’s where lions come from. You have to water them a lot.
i want to adapt “the witch of blackbird pond” but have it set in a day glow roller rink circa 1997
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Everyone lies about writing. They lie about how easy it is or how hard it was. They perpetuate a romantic idea that writing is some beautiful experience that takes place in an architectural room filled with leather novels and chai tea. They talk about their ‘morning ritual’ and how they ‘dress for writing’ and the cabin in Big Sur where they go to ‘be alone’ - blah blah blah. No one tells the truth about writing a book. Authors pretend their stories were always shiny and perfect and just waiting to be written. The truth is, writing is this: hard and boring and occasionally great but usually not. Even I have lied about writing. I have told people that writing this book has been like brushing away dirt from a fossil. What a load of shit. It has been like hacking away at a freezer with a screwdriver.
Amy Poehler , Yes, Please (via jasmined)
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Descriptions of Art at the Met That Could Double as My Tinder Bio
More bios from Blythe Roberson on newyorker.com.
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am I the only one who finds unpacking way way way way way way way harder than packing
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Killing people within the walls of houses of worship is barbaric, which is why armies of civilized nations like the state of Israel (the only democracy, most moral army, etc etc..) always make sure to obliterate said walls during the process of killing everyone inside.
Moonrise ~ Groton MA ~ 14 October 2013
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