July 2011
Alex Marianyi: An Eternity of Emotions →
alexmarianyi:
As I sat waiting for the blue line last night, I threw on John Coltrane’s 1960 album Giant Steps, the first jazz album I ever bought. I’ve been listening to this album for an entire decade now, and I still have an extremely visceral reaction to it.
And I’m not talking about that cutesy “I…
I dig it.
“You kill your friends?” she asked.
“Always,” he said in English, and laughed....”
– Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via —-lauren)
Waking Life: New Evolution
ajasminet:
If we’re looking at the highlights of human development, you have to look at the evolution of the organism, and then at the development of its interaction with the environment. Evolution of the organism will begin with the evolution of life… perceived through the hominid, coming to the evolution of mankind. Neanderthal, Cro-Magnon man. Now, interestingly, what you’re looking at here...
“Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.”
– William S. Burroughs (via heartmindspirit)
June 2011
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Nakedness
Underneath your clothes you are wandering around in circles. Me:
I’m already “Nakedness:” perversion is not sanctity: no matter how you look at it. You are naked. And if I’m already naked, and you are already naked, then you must be waiting, then I must be waiting, for me, for you. It’s just too bad neither of us are naked: nakedness is just in the soul. These...
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Constantly
You are a television as much as the next person is a movie. People pay to watch you in some shape or form. This is not a solemn view upon you, rather a good one upon the interest you continue to continue to keep.
Constantly I find you looking out the window, playing with your hair in one hand that is bashful in a secret way. It turns red when people look at it the way flowers turn blue when no...
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Try Again
The agitated nerves of a coffee-based adrenaline rush fill his veins. His eyes shake and his vision sharpens in a negative sense, realizing that he is fully losing control. The picture in the frame is of her, dashing back and forth, vibrating like an atom before the megaton explosion. She is beautiful and he is a wreck. A tear runs down his face. He misses her like a man misses a dog he grew up...
Sometimes, you wish you were Waldo.
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Thoughts on Thoughts
The words deep and shallow mean about as much to me as the words ugly and beautiful. A conversation does not take on a persona, unless the conversation itself is separated from the speakers. I’ve had friends and family refer to work as deep or ideas as deep, but sometimes their characteristics are rather simple, like existential philosophy or humanism. But when it comes to these types who...
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Summer gives me a sudden urge to play the banjo to...
“Until I die there will be sounds. And they will continue following my death. One...”
– John Cage, via all the right moves in the wrong place. (via underpaidgenius)
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“In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by...”
– Paul Dirac
(via scienceisbeauty)
{ Not Chasing Amy }
Chuck Palahniuk When you study minimalism in Tom Spanbauer’s workshop, the first story you read is Amy Hempel’s The Harvest. Next you read Mark Richard’s story Strays. After that, you’re ruined. If you love books, if you love to read, this is a line you may not want to cross. I’m not kidding. You go beyond this point, and almost every book you’ll ever read will suck. All...
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Dare to Move
Bored lately. People are routines. You meet them, you have your fun, they start to disagree with everything you say. They don’t want to budge. You see things from their perspective, they think yours is ignorant, childish even. Atheism is the new chic.
Bored lately. Music isn’t new. The same rhythms, same dissonances. Maybe a new difference (one or two notes or rhythms) here and there,...
Circumstance
God gave me free will one day.
I told him to stop with all the responsibilities.
All the houses full of unmarked postcards, pictures too vague to reveal locations.
All the people telling about their journeys to these destinations, never having left the living room.
All the places forgotten.
All the memories.
What memories?
Why, God?
Why the free will to forget?
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SHOW ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
Stop telling me. You’re not fucking five years old anymore.
Yes, you, shitty writers everywhere. Bring me prose, not ideas. Flesh them out, cut them like meat in factories. Solidify this mind-diarrhea.
By blaming society for problems, you suddenly have objectified the entire human populace in that regard.
alicevernon asked: Thank you for the recommendation! I'll certainly look into that book, and laugh about how it compares to two years of pointless Physics. :D
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Liaison
You want a man with a beard who will beat the shit out of anyone who talks about the status quo. He’s got to have a record of gold with the occasional traffic violation, maybe running a red light or a stop sign, illegally parking, but nothing off the deep end. When you talk to him about philosophy, he’ll know when he’s gone too far into himself. His family isn’t rich, but...
The 500k was like running for the rest of my life. When my bones grinded into dirt, I made trees; a new path. Some called this “starting over.”
Nobody told me life was going to be sleazy.
Crossing the river takes half the time with a boat, but you have to build a boat first.
At the store is a lonely man in gray. Gray being his beard, lonely being his wife is dead.
Birch? No, I hate the stuff.
Unintentionally, all the pieces are the same length.
Carving the wood for this boat.
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and...”
– Ray Bradbury (via nirvikalpa)
I hate quotes like this. My entire creative process is thinking. Uninhibited thinking. Yet, boners like this continue to rain on my parade. I’m not saying anything I’ve done is gold, but a lot of great art comes from thinking. Maybe I’m just worn out...
writing advice: Writing A Novel - 11 Essential... →
writingadvice:
By AJ Barnett
Are you writing a novel?According to certain online sites, an element of new and inexperienced writers think that writing a novel is merely a matter of typing their story into a computer, wrapping it, sending it to an agent, then sitting back until fame arrives… They couldn’t be…
Some of this advice is incredibly bad. If these are rules, it’s a good...
