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Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back by Jeffrey McDaniel
I wanted you to be the first to know - Harper & Row
has agreed to publish my collected letters to you.
The tentative title is Exorcist in the Gym of Futility.
Unfortunately I never mailed the best one,
which certainly was one of a kind.
A mutual friend told me that when I quit drinking,
I surrendered my identity in your eyes.
Now I’m just like everybody else, and it’s so funny,
the way monogamy is funny, the way
someone falling down in the street is funny.
I entered a revolving door and emerged
as a human being. When you think of me
is my face electronically blurred?
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
Now dinosaurs freeze to death on your shoulder.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.
Lust For Lascaux: It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing...
It seems to me that the desire to make art produces an ongoing experience of longing, a restlessness sometimes, but not inevitably, played out romantically, or sexually. Always there seems something ahead, the next poem or story, visible at least, apprehensible, but unreachable. To perceive it at…
Elegy in X Parts [Kafka said, A book]
X.
Kafka said, A book
must be an axe
for the frozen sea
inside us, which sounds
great, but what good
is an axe against
a frozen sea?
Perhaps this is why
he said, while dying,
Destroy everything.
There is little comfort
in knowing there
are worse undertakings
than killing yourself.
Is it dangerous
to say these things?
I don’t think so.
Or I do. Either way,
don’t believe me.
There is no refuge
from yourself.- Matt Rasmussen
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By the AMAZING Tiffany Ford
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“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) 1991. The amazing artist Felix Gonzalez-Torres created this work shortly after his partner, Ross Laycock, was diagnosed with AIDS. These two identical, adjacent, battery-operated clocks were initially set to the same exact time, but with time they have fallen out of sync. The clocks are transformed into personal and poetic meditations of ever changing human relationships. We may start in perfect sync with someone but naturally we begin minutely drifting away from our starting point just like the two clocks that slowly grew apart. We either decide to renew our relationship by mending our ways (i.e. setting our clocks back) or seeking other people who match the state, “the time”, that we are currently in.
I think the thing that really got to me about this is the fact that it took me so long to see the difference in the two clocks. I kept looking and looking. They were so close. Sometimes it is so hard to see the differences. Maybe I just don’t want to see them.
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“DISASSEMBLY” by Todd Mclellan is a series of images capturing old relics of our past in its dismantled form. Every piece and component are positioned in an almost obsessive-compulsive arrangement - by type, size, function - resulting in a clear portrait of an era that we have seemingly left behind.
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23 Things I Should Be Able To Do At 23 (But Can’t)
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1. Parallel park.
2. Brush off a passive aggressive text like NBD instead of agonizing over what it “meant” for days. (Hint: nothing.)
3. Interpret criticism from my parents as “occasionally condescending but overall constructive” rather than “full-frontal personal attack.”
4. Make the connection between the amount of alcohol consumed and the projected ferocity of the hangover.
5. Make the connection between working out regularly (key: regularly) and not feeling like a bag of moldy asses.
6. Curl my own hair without ending up like Shirley Temple or setting fire to my forehead.
7. Slice ridiculously large, confusing fruit (pineapples?) without hurting myself or people in the vicinity.
8. Understand that money not going directly toward rent, bills, or hollow but necessary needs does not automatically qualify as “fun money.”
9. Plan more than a month in advance without it seeming as laborious and nonsensical as solving a Rubik’s cube colorblind.
10. Hold a baby. Smile at a baby. Acknowledge a baby without rolling my eyes.
11. Realize that deleting the digital record will probably feel good for a minute but won’t erase their imprint on the heart.
12. Realize that “coping” really means “distracting yourself effectively until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
13. Realize that there will always be people who don’t get it and explaining it to them is always a boring waste of time.
14. Know how to sew on a button. Or fix anything at all.
15. Know the difference between the washing machine settings and perhaps even use them.
16. Know the difference between loving and being in love when both experiences arise.
17. Cancel my subscription to NYLON. (Just kidding, no. I’m going to channel my inner 17-year-old hipster from Ohio until my neon lipstick bleeds into my lip wrinkles.)
18. Say no to Russian guys wanting to go shot for shot.
19. Say no in general.
20. Stop going on Facebook when I’m sad or bored or nostalgic.
21. Stop going on the internet when I’m sad or bored or nostalgic.
22. Stop imagining idyllic futures with beautiful strangers.
23. Step outside of who I think I am for a while and just try doing something else.
Read more at http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/23-things-i-should-be-able-to-do-at-23-but-cant/#idSVW2esTDSEViFt.99
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"Working for me isn’t working.
Working for me…is just the way I am."
Tom Ford (via jetisms)
