February 2012
24 posts
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(Fifty-Six)
“As he walked, he projected himself by increments into the future. He could picture the tattoo parlor two blocks away where he would turn left; he could see the aisle of the drugstore where the notecards and other paper products were kept, and the line at the cash register he would stand in…and from there he would project himself even farther into the future - imagining his...
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(Fifty-Five)
I think I should make a confession and let out All the little secrets I’ve kept silent this year. Like the songs I sing in the shower, or the Imaginary people I save in my head, or Feeling I get every time I have to eat. Or every time I hear that song I still Think about you. Or that I’m silent Sometimes because I worry I love You too much. These fears have Been compounded over and...
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(Fifty-Four)
This Modern Love (Bloc Party) by Owen Pallett (a.k.a. Final Fantasy)
“This modern love breaks me. This modern love wastes me.”
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(Fifty-Three)
“Love kid. Lost until you give it some kick. You’re too young to leave it. Too young to keep it. Love’s the breath a Life still lifts when Life is finally over with.”
Only Revolutions by Mark Z. Danielewski
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(Fifty-Two)
[Untitled 10]
Isn’t this poetry, which is to say isn’t this all poetry?
I know I used to write about flowers and spring and starry nights, but I think I’m doing the same thing except that I’m using far different words. Sometimes they don’t have the same effect, but they’re just as important (at least I think so) as the old tropes I used to dive into every...
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[Things I Write 1]
“…the pseudo-sexual rape of the pinball machine…”
On Coover’s “The Babysitter”, which I highly suggest as a good read.
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(Fifty-One)
It’s Unsustainable by Chris Walla
“To sing again, now and then. Now at least.”
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(Forty-Nine)
This is the anachronism. This is the moment before the moment.
The future moment is always with us in the present as we propel ourselves forward with only the anachronism in our minds.
We only move forward when we latch onto that future. Without that thing that is just out of reach, we will never make the leap.
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(Fifty)
“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them” Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid by Lemony Snicket
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(Forty-Eight)
Adventure, Stamina, and Anger by This Town Needs Guns
“Sweat drips from quivered lips, tied tongues forgive what we have done.”
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(Forty-Seven)
“Even in the most insignificant details of our daily life, none of us can be said to constitute a material whole, which is identical for everyone, and need only be turned up like a page in an account-book or the record of a will; our social personality is created by the thoughts of other people.” Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust
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(Forty-Six)
[Untitled 9]
Like the words sang dancing over ropes in playgrounds, driveways, sidewalks.
Like the games played as we ran and hid from the others, but really to be alone.
Like the stories told about the hidden and everything we didn’t understand yet.
The pavement was harder when we were all young, then, and the threat of leaving was farther away.
It was barely even there.
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(Forty-Five)
Stay by My Side by Good Old War
“There’s a point in our love, From across the world.”
Happy Valentine’s Day
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(Forty-Four)
“If you’re male and you’re Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?”
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
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(Forty-Two)
Me v. Maradona v. Elvis by Brand New
“You’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start If you let have my way I swear I’ll tear you apart.”
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(Forty-One)
“I want to love you and take you pretty places. Yes, I have things wrong, but also I can walk through walls if you’ll let me show you.” Adverbs by Daniel Handler
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(Thirty-Nine)
Grow Til Tall by Jonsi
“You’ll know, you’ll grow. You’ll know, you’ll know.”
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(Thirty-Eight)
“So farewel Hope, and with Hope farewel Fear, Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost; Evil be thou my Good; by thee at least Divided Empire with Heav’ns King I hold By thee, and more then half perhaps will reigne; As Man ere long, and this new World shall know.”
”Paradise Lost” by John Milton
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(Thirty-Six)
The Sickness Unto Death/The Honest Truth by Typhoon
“I read somewhere that when you face eternity You face it alone no matter what you thought Or what you had.”
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(Thirty-Five)
“Bluebird” by Charles Bukowski
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you
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(Thirty-Four)
[Untitled 8]
I’ve carved out a hole here, inside this white page; A place to live and to lie; A place to construct me.
And I’m just as tall, though I’m skinnier, and my clothes Fit snugger, and I’m up dressed just for you. My hair Is the right length, and I have that watch I wanted But never got. And I’m writing something, but it’s Not for you. Or for anyone,...
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(Thirty-Three)
Us by Regina Spektor
“They’ll give us a talking to, Because we’ve got years of experience.”
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(Thirty-Two)
“Serial Deaths. During this period, as he sat in the rear seat of the Pontiac, Travis was preoccupied by his separation from the normal tokens of life he had accepted for so long. His wife, the patients at the hospital (resistance agents in the ‘world war’ he hoped to launch), his undecided affair with Catherine Austin - these became as fragmentary as the faces of Elizabeth Taylor and...
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(Thirty-One)
[Untitled 7]
Because there is a hole. Because you are lonely and cold. Because I cannot survive on these scraps of letter and novels alone. Because I am empty. Because, otherwise, I will whither away to nothing at all.
Because I would not be whole without.
January 2012
31 posts
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(Thirty)
When You Were Young (Killers Cover) by Benjamin Francis Leftwich
“He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus, But he talks like a gentleman…”
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(Twenty-Nine)
“There would be no sequel to the sadness.” -The People of Paper by Salvador Plascencia
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(Twenty-Eight)
[Untitled 6]
You are not quite out of reach, But I still feel that cosmic distance That shifting into colors to and Away from you. To and away from everything. I’m just close enough to hear Whispers of yesterday, and promises of meaning, And the optimistic view shared That you will stop getting further away.
(Even the distance to Saturn is decreasing, now.)
Because I...
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(Twenty-Seven)
Casey’s Song by City and Colour
“With you and my heart held in your hands, Screaming, ‘Break me.’”
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[Salinger]
Salinger goes.
“I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting form the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.” from Seymour: An Introduction
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(Twenty-Six)
This is How it Will Happen by Tristan Silverman
“If a girl ever drives four hours alone in the dark wipe of 3am to meet you for brunch if you can imagine her being too young to buy beer, if she dances in the back without red lipstick watching your mouth if she links a forefinger through your belt loop, follows you to a home on a two-lane road over dead rocks and souls left...
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(Twenty-Five)
[Untitled 5 - Inspired by Plath’s The Bell Jar]
I’m drowning in all you’ve unleashed this open flood, It’s got me by the back of my feet, I’m treading not to go underneath it.
I’m clinging to this one track mind of mine, Keeping every breath in time, Knowing if I cross the line again It will be the end.
I’ve got them all in my hand again, Everything I...
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(Twenty-Four)
Meet Me in Montauk (Live) by Circa Survive
“I’ve been wondering around, Making up movies in my head.”
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(Twenty-Three)
“Suffering creature, born for a day, child of accident and toil, why are you forcing me to say what would give you the greatest pleasure not to heat? The very best thing for you is totally unreachable: not to have been born, not to exist, to be nothing. The second best thing for you, however, is this; to die soon.” -Nietzsche from The Birth of Tragedy
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(Twenty-Two)
[Untitled 4]
If I hold my breath for long enough The world moves in half time, so Every touch is slowed down, And every sigh happens twice, And each moment magnified by two.
This is how I would live forever if I could, But I can’t because I am human, and I need Food and water and air (and you) to live And if I held my breath that long, I’d die. (But I would die oh so happy).
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(Twenty-One)
Van Helsing Boombox by Man Man
“Only time will tell if I’ll allow the Scenery around to eat me alive.”
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(Twenty)
“…here it holds good that only he who works gets the bread, only he who was in anguish finds repose, only he who descends into the underworld rescues the beloved, only he who draws the knife gets Isaac….He who will not work must take note of what is written about the maidens of Israel, for he gives birth to the wind, but he who is willing to work gives birth to his own...
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(Nineteen)
[Unfinished 3]
Silence is never silence, It’s the holding in of everything we want to say. So, when she sits there silently, I know she’s really about to
burst.
(Eighteen)
Biggest Lie (Elliot Smith Cover) by Bright Eyes
“Oh, we’re so very precious you and I, And everything that you do makes me want to die.
Oh, I just told the biggest lie.”
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(Seventeen)
“What did God really know about brothers (or for that matter sisters)? He was after all an only child and before it all an equally lonely father.”
-House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
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(Sixteen)
Like Shattered Glass
They keep saying the world is getting smaller which might be why the walls are closing in and the whole foundation of the house seems to be collapsing around me.
Lights haven’t been on in days, but the sunlight seeps between the cracks in the attic, shining as we sit and stare at each other, silently, passively. Waiting for what we know won’t come.
The words are...
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(Fifteen)
Who Knows Who Cares (Take Away Show) by Local Natives
“Know that, even with your doubts, it’s okay. Take into account that it’s not about to change.”
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(Fourteen)
In the Desert by Stephen Crane
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it “Because it is bitter, “And because it is my heart.”
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(Thirteen)
Sometimes there is only the abyss
The enigmatic silence follows The footsteps that tread floorboards In a house long since abandoned, Though light seeps through window panes Giving some light; giving some life.
There is no longer anything inside, Only the abyss of that silence That falls over everything when The footsteps end. It all drops back To absolute zero.
Even the outside is devoid of...
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(Twelve)
Wolves (Act I & II) (Take Away Show) by Bon Iver
“What might have been lost Don’t bother me.”
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(Eleven)
If… by Rudyard Kipling (An Excerpt)
“If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And...
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(Ten)
[Unfinished 2]
Coming on like the end of time we’re breaking away, falling apart, disappearing into nonexistence.
Our hands could hold universes, but I haven’t seen you in weeks and you’re centuries away from the bed that you used to call home. You’re disrupting the continuum.
When we were apart, we used days and miles, but lately I’ve needed to use light years to...
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(Nine)
11-17 (Acoustic) by Kevin Devine featuring Morgan Kibby
“You’re words I can’t say right Anytime I try”
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(Eight)
The Labyrinth by Borges
Zeus, Zeus himself could not undo these nets Of stone encircling me. My mind forgets The persons I have been along the way, The hated way of monotonous walls, Which is my fate. The galleries seem straight But curve furtively, forming secret circles At the terminus of years; and the parapets Have been worn smooth by the passage of days. Here, in the tepid alabaster dust,...
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(Seven)
[Unfinished 1]
We’re taking drives off into oblivion, Trailing hallways made of obsidian, Pacing stairwells made completely in our minds and when the synapse fires I’ll open up my eyes. She holds the world I know in her open clasp I beg forgiveness and hope that it will last. This box of memories I offer to the flames, I’ll be stuck right here, won’t see light for days.
...
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(Six)
A Movie Script Ending (Acoustic) by Ben Gibbard
“And now we all know the words were true In the sappiest songs. Yes, yes!”