January 2012
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“‘Men have forgotten this truth,’ said the fox. ‘But you must...”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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December 2011
34 posts
“Which of us, walking through the twilight or retracing some day in our past, has...”
– Jorge Luis Borges, Paradiso
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“A beautiful ass is a joy forever.”
– Art Garfunkel, Esquire, January 2012
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“We have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be...”
– Wendell Berry
hoping for gimel, landing on shin
as the day finally ended its miserable life, i saw a star, possibly a satellite (i’m no astronomer), flicker and burn against the velvet backdrop sky, reminding me
there is no sunset, only a spinning dreidel flying around a giant fart;
there is no patience, just silence - the saddest form of communication.
and in that lonely, lonely moment of reticence, i realized we...
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work...”
– Wendell Berry
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“According to the Buddha’s teaching, it is as wrong to hold the opinion...”
– What the Buddha Taught by Walpola Rahula
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“But I like the inconveniences.”
“We don’t,” said the...”
– Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
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A throwaway lesson
Life is struggle, not against evil or indifference,
But a struggle to accept (something more difficult that simply knowing) that it does not make sense, that it is rarely Fair,
And to still find it Worthwhile.
“The path of least resistance makes all rivers, and some men, crooked.”
– Napoleon Hill
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Poema 20
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.”
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos. La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo...
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Joanna Newsom - On a Good Day
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“In order to rise
From its own ashes
A phoenix
First
Must
Burn.”
– Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler
“The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.”
– William Hazlitt
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November 2011
19 posts
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“We are not good despite our imperfections; it is our connection with our...”
– Jay Smooth at TEDxHampshire (via putthison)
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Follow my cousin!
manoverboard:
Becomingonewithlife.tumblr.com
Ask me what it’s like to be quasi-famous adjacent.
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The Thing Is
to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body...
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the crunch
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or tears haters lovers strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks armies running through streets of blood waving winebottles bayoneting and fucking virgins. an old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe. there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands...