Find what you love and let it kill you.– Charles Bukowski. (via libertarians)
Suicide Note - Anne Sexton
“You speak to me of narcissism but I reply that it is a matter of my life” - Artaud “At this time let me somehow bequeath all the leftovers to my daughters and their daughters” - Anonymous Better, despite the worms talking to the mare’s hoof in the field; better, despite the season of young girls dropping their blood; better somehow to drop myself quickly into an old room. Better...
A body of pockets and limp appendages, infant heart aching to be hustled, muscles straining for tougher terrain. Better to feel it fought squarely in the world of consequences, so that the suffering I got coming hurts the right way.
I don’t like the idea of “understanding” a film. I don’t believe that rational...– Federico Fellini (via visenyatargaryen)
Recluse Trekkie, Reed Farrington shows you around his place, it starts weird, gets weirder and ends in bad karaoke. An Oldie, but a Goodie from Jay Cheel of Film Junk.
Gerry Eng (a.k.a. Reed Farrington) is back in Jay Cheel’s short film, The Politics of Competitive Board Gaming with Friends. Now I need to find a posse to play Settlers of Cataan with.
Behold! I be Letterboxd →
Introversion — along with its cousins sensitivity, seriousness, and shyness — is...– Susan Cain (via trulyamusingwords)
…So here’s where the bias comes in. Our most important institutions, our schools...– Susan Cain: The power of introverts (via phxpsyd)
I don’t ever want to lose the tether of loneliness, I am repulsed by the adjusted. That is just the way it is. It has been this way for as long as I can remember. A suicidal poem line about playing with survivors, that has been a touchstone. It is not that I want to overcome this ‘terrible affliction’ nor that I want the world to compensate for me - the friction is integral to the being. The...
It was wonderful to walk down the long flight of stairs knowing that I’d had...– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via distantheartbeats)
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Wuthering Heights Mixtape
Another literary mixtape from the past, this one inspired by Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. As always, click on the mixtape tag beside this post to get the full inventory of mixtapes, and to listen to any of them go to the bottom of my blog and listen to it streamed on streampad. Enjoy. 1) Wonderwall - Ryan Adams - This was a late selection, for the longest time I had set...
So can you understand? I want a daughter while i’m still young - I wanna hold...– Arcade Fire (via gospeltruths)
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a...– Carl Jung (via liberumarbitriumindifferentiae)
The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it...– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via libraryland)
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow...– W.B. Yeats (via libraryland)