December 2011
1 post
repressive desublimation
I remember learning the concept of repressive desublimation. I was 21 years old, maybe, it was the spring semester of my junior year in college. The semester before everything changed I guess. I was sitting in lecture, it was a class on Milton, and I was diligently filling my notebook, copying down almost word for word everything my professor said. I couldn’t bear to miss out on even the...
June 2011
1 post
nostalgia
and you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness.
May 2011
8 posts
“Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You...”
April 2011
2 posts
“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his...”
– Excerpt from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
All truths are constructed, and constantly re-constructed by time. It is so hard for me to accept this. Like, the scar on my chin and the three inch bruise on my knee. It fucking hurt when it happened, but time transformed that pain into a physically palpable but virtually empty space. With time, the scar will fade a bit, the bruise completely. Or the writing projects that were so important to me...
March 2011
13 posts
“Have compassion for everyone you meet,
even if they don’t want it.
What...”
– Miller Williams
“Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And...”
– Louis de Bernieres
“How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware...”
– Barry Lopez
“Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling...”
– Charles Bukowski
February 2011
14 posts
“Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an...”
– Jeanette Winterson
“oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke...”
– Frank O’Hara
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel...”
– Andrew Boyd
“The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe,...”
– Matsuo Bashō
January 2011
13 posts
“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends...”
– Jean Paul Sartre
“This journey that I am proposing we take together is not to the moon or even to...”
– J. Krishnamurti
“Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my...”
– Sylvia Plath
