Ghost of the Student Lounge
I’m sorry you are going through such a terrible breakup—and it must be terrible, for it’s been over the phone for several weeks now, I know it’s been terrible for me and I can only imagine how terrible it’s been for you—but might I suggest frequenting a different student lounge? Hear me out: schedule your phone calls for the small hours of the morning, and...
In hip-hop, the music leads first. So usually, you have a hit record and then...– Jay-Z explains crotch-grabbing in rap music to Fresh Air’s Terry Gross (via nprmusic)
"are you afraid of death"
Me: I'm still hungry
Me: not too too hungry but hungry
Kyle: come on over for dinner then
Me: I would need to get dressed and shit
Me: besides if I come for dinner I'm not only gonna not be hungry I'm going to want to die
Me: from being so full
Kyle: are you afraid of death
Kyle: I'm not
The New Yorker: Three Days by Samantha Hunt →
It is colder than most Thanksgivings. The ruts in the driveway have solidified, forming seals of creaky ice. Beatrice and Clem walk to his truck in silence and she feels as if she were still onscreen. She imagines that the video game has somehow sharpened her abilities. She feels as if she could… I am haunted by this lady
Ann Beattie's 7 Truths About Writers
scribnerbooks: 7. Writers wear atrocious clothes when writing. So terrible that I have been asked, by the UPS man, “Are you all right?” —from the New Yorker’s Book Bench blog to mark the publication of her new book, Mrs. Nixon Looked down and realized I’m wearing a beat-up sports bra I’ve owned since I was thirteen, food-stained boxers, sweaty socks, and an inside-out wife...
A super sweet political blog (https://www.thepoliticalnotebook.com) posted my photos from November 17th, check it out.
But what if
I don’t want to leave my hat on
Right leg, hospital; left leg, cemetery.– Mirko “Cro Cop” Filipović, describing the poetry of kickboxing
Clive Wearing →
“Despite having retrograde as well as anterograde amnesia, and thus only a moment-to-moment consciousness, Wearing still recalls how to play the piano and conduct a choir – all this despite having no recollection of having received a musical education. This is because his procedural memory was not damaged by the virus. As soon as the music stops, however, Wearing forgets that he has just...
Bizarre Death Stories--jump to "Suicide Rock" →
…the nearby high school released a flood of pink balloons. Maybe fifty...– Nothing: A Portrait of Insomnia, Blake Butler
There is no syllable one can speak that is not filled with tenderness and...– Borges, “The Library of Babel”
Old books reworked into sculptures. →
Overheard at McNally Jackson 2011-11-9
Great Aunt Whatsit: (picking up latest issue of "Poets & Writers") Who is THIS lady?
Grand Niece Someone: That's Joan Didion, Whatsit.
Great Aunt Whatsit: Boy she looks like a wreck.
Grand Niece Someone: (laughs nervously) Well, she's old.
Great Aunt Whatsit: I'm old and I don't look like that.
Grand Niece Someone: (still laughing) Her daughter and husband died, Whatsit. You remember.
Great Aunt Whatsit: Fine but I still think I've held up better than she has. Look at her.
Grand Niece Someone: (steers her away from magazine section) Oh, Whatsit.
If something did happen, it happened. Whether it’s right or wrong. I accept...– Haruki Murakami | Kafka on the Shore (via blogut)
Alex cues bongos, asks the audience to consider the fact that Californians never...– “Little Expressionless Animals,” David Foster Wallace, Girl with Curious Hair
Merv’s man’s face gleams. ‘See that window?’ he says....– “Little Expressionless Animals,” David Foster Wallace, Girl with Curious Hair
That's something, at least: restraining order... →
Last night, billionaire Michael Bloomberg sent a massive police force to evict...– Statement from OCCUPY WALL STREET (via the NY Times)
When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came to man’s estate, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, ‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain, it raineth every day. But when I came, alas! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I...
Ever tried writing minus the letter (--)?
Difficult! Very difficult. I’m cheating by repeating. Expressing infinitives, negatives and their partners, many speech avenues cut. Difficulty hearing things—think—all the verbs paired with hearing. Entire passages like this—headaches, writing, them all.
I’m finishing up a collection of short stories. They are all linked by the fact...– Sam Lipsyte : The New Yorker (via peterwknox) Good gimmick. (via mcnallyjackson)
Identity politics divides us. Fiction connects. One is interested in sweeping...– Elif Shafak, http://bit.ly/tqI2dX
Isa vs. Evil Lower ARC Tabby
Friday: score Isa 1, Tabby 0 Tabby enters court, Isa coaxes Tabby from hiding place, seizes Tabby by neck scruff, deposits angry Tabby outside. Saturday: score Isa 1, Tabby 1 Isa considers using credit card to buy pretzels from vending machine, enters Lower ARC. Tabby lies awkwardly on radiator in Lower ARC vestibule, looking dead, does not respond to Isa’s coaxing. Isa makes more noises...
The most ominous element from my books which I am encountering in my actual life...– Phillip K. Dick, The Exegesis of Phillip K. Dick. (via fevereddream)