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“You Don’t Know Anything.” And Other Writing Advice From Toni Morrison
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Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow and Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]
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“Pop”
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Interviewer: What most troubles you about the Internet?
William T. Vollmann: Well, first of all, I think the notion that there are virtual communities of interest is a fruitful one in some ways, but it’s also very dangerous, because it means that you are even more removed from your immediate surroundings; your physical center becomes less important, you have less invested in it, and—it’s like your mobile phone—you’re less likely to become friends with your neighbors, and I think that is contributing to the decay and loneliness of American society. The second thing that I hate about the Internet and mobile phones as well—and one of the reasons that the paths to individuality we potentially have are being abused—is that suddenly everyone becomes infinitely interruptible. And I think that you can’t, really, get anywhere: you can’t think about who you are, and what you’re doing and where you should be going, if you can be interrupted every second. That’s why I don’t have email, I don’t have a mobile phone, I don’t have a fax; I don’t watch television for the same reason: I hate the interruptions, the commercials. On the Internet you get exposed to all kinds of ads and, in the meantime, people who mean you no good are tracking your movements, your buying patterns, your interests, and making it all the more likely that the interruptions in your life will be more and more seductive, therefore more and more effective, and keep you from being yourself. 
[.... ] And of course we always do have a choice. We have the choice to say no, we don’t have the choice to say yes, sometimes. If you’re in a relationship with another person, let’s say, (and) both of you are decent people, if one says “no,” let’s say to having sex, or one says “no” to continuing the relationship, that’s it. No is stronger than yes. It takes two to say yes, but only one to say no. And I think that’s true really of any social contract: when you get to the point where you want to say no to the Internet and you’re not allowed to say no to it, that’s going to be really, really sinister and horrible, but fortunately we’re not quite there yet. My publishers are always saying, “What do you mean you don’t have email?” And they get upset, but what can they do?
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lavideenrose · 26 days
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One Year
My brother has become A bottle of rum A glass Drunk Once a year A queer feeling That you should be Here I can't find the words to say And mean That I miss you I can't find the feeling That I know exists Deep down You should Be Here Bottoms Up
Until next year
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lavideenrose · 28 days
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Those Who Carry - Ana Kamienska
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Charles Bukowski, “Nobody But You”
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lavideenrose · 1 month
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"Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death--ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.”
James Baldwin
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lavideenrose · 1 month
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north wind :: mary ruefle
Cannot say I as yet but am beginning to get the idea by putting the tip of my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Am exasperated when do not succeed. So much is missing from the middle of the day! Despite my best efforts at individual enjoyment know the north wind doth blow – one day as yet the roof will come off and perishable below.
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lavideenrose · 2 months
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Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death & Sensuality
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lavideenrose · 2 months
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I can't let you sweep me off my feet just yet When I've only just landed firm on the ground And I'm so tired of being messed around You've watched me shift my shape and fall into this mess Well maybe you could wait for me I'll do my best To get out of this dreary place I'll have to face this all alone I've been hiding my tears from my mother and she She and my father still laugh together, see, See I'd like to have real love some day And I'd like to get past this heartbreak Soon I feel like I'm living when I smell his cigarette smoke Rich and bitter and yesterday I couldn't stop remembering him Oh what a waste of breath and time I've been hiding my tears from my mother and she She and my father still laugh together, see, See I'd like to have real love some day And I'd like to get past this heartbreak Soon I'd like to have real love someday And I'd like to get past this heartbreak Soon
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