September 2011
“Stare. It’s the way to educate your eyes. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.”
—Walker Evans (via lookingintotheabyss)
Play
“We do not need or desire souvenirs of events that are repeatable. Rather we need and desire souvenirs of events that are reportable, events whose materiality has escaped us, events that thereby exist only through the invention of narrative.”
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Susan Stewart, On Longing (via mythologyofblue)
I question this. In theatre, the only souvenirs are those of the mind. There is no need for an tangible object to help remember (I’ve even stopped taking programs). Even though the “materiality” of theatre escapes it’s not the product of the narrative we are selling. Theatre, and other intangible ephemeral arts, sell experience. Experience happens in the moment, not in the past so there is no need to hold onto a souvenir.
“As for our story, if you’re lost at all, you not alone. Don’t think I’m somewhere out ahead, somewhere anywhere, with a plan. I’m right here beside you, or hiding behind you, like you, in terrible pain, trying to make sense of my lfe. I’m just kidding-you probably are alone. Or, I don’t know. Where are we exactly, I wonder, in your estimation, in mine. Earth is always an answer. We’re on planet Earth, a planet in a solar system, one of a trillion solar systems in our galaxy which is one of a billion galaxies in the universe. And you think you’re pretty special. Math. Thats a lot of zeros. What can one man do? Nothing really. Or I don’t know.”
—Thom Pain (based on nothing) (submitted by a-touch-of-the-poet)
“Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.”
—Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via carmenemma)
I'm a Fool to Want You
Ketty Lester
Ketty Lester - I’m a Fool to Want You
“Invent your own mythology or be slave to another man’s.”
—William Blake (via rd67)
Write Like A Motherfucker →
therumpus.net
How many women wrote beautiful novels and stories and poems and essays and plays and scripts and songs in spite of all the crap they endured. How many of them didn’t collapse in a heap of “I could have been better than this” and instead went right ahead and became better than anyone would have predicted or allowed them to be. The unifying theme is resilience and faith. The unifying theme is being a warrior and a motherfucker. It is not fragility. It’s strength. It’s nerve. And “if your Nerve, deny you –,” as Emily Dickinson wrote, “go above your Nerve.” Writing is hard for every last one of us—straight white men included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simplydig.
You need to do the same, dear sweet arrogant beautiful crazy talented tortured rising star glowbug. That you’re so bound up about writing tells me that writing is what you’re here to do. And when people are here to do that they almost always tell us something we need to hear. I want to know what you have inside you. I want to see the contours of your second beating heart.
So write. Not like a girl. Not like a boy. Write like a motherfucker.
The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1
Neutral Milk Hotel
Neutral Milk Hotel - King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1
I heard this song played live last night by jeff mangum. happiness I can’t even explain.
