January 2011
31 posts
facepaintz asked: Still waiting for an mp3 or video of this:
http://twitter.com/#!/AmericanRoulete/status/19127886015373312
http://twitter.com/#!/AmericanRoulete/status/19127886015373312
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americanroulette:
Sleigh Bells —...
Sleigh Bells — “Tell ‘Em”
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What's Yet In This That Bears The Name Of Life?
Thou art not thyself,
For thou exists on many a thousand grains
That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not,
For what thou hast not, still thou striv’st to get,
And what thou hast, forget’st. Thou art not certain,
For thy complexion shifts to strange effects
After the moon. If thou art rich, thou’rt poor,
For like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bear’st thy heavy...
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And The Snow Always Stops
“… Who knows who will replace us, all we know is that we will be replaced, on all occasions and in all circumstances and in whatever we do, in love and friendship, as regards work, influence, domination, even hatred, which also wearies of us in the end; in the houses we live in and in the cities that receive us, in the telephones that persuade or patiently listen to us, laughing into...
“A poet’s maturation should be evaluated not only on the basis of what he has...”
– Czeslaw Milosz (via underthechinaberrytree)
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Bukowski (via farmerk)
Mónica Maristain: What makes your jaw hurt laughing?
Roberto Bolaño: The misfortunes of myself and others.
Mónica Maristain: What things make you cry?
Roberto Bolaño: The same: the misfortunes of myself and others.
“The truth is, I don’t believe all that much in writing. Starting with my own. Being a writer is pleasant—no, pleasant isn’t the right word—it’s an activity that has its share of amusing moments, but I know of other things that are even more amusing, amusing in the same way that literature is for me. Holding up banks, for example. Or directing movies. Or being a gigolo. Or...
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GChats At 5:31am
Me: why am i still awake?
Laurie: fear
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Constantly On The Lookout For Some Sign Of How...
“Few adults, very few, are aware to what extent children watch their parents, constantly on the lookout for some sign of how they should approach the world; how sharp and vibrant their intelligence is in the years leading up to the disaster of puberty, how quick to summarize, to draw broad conclusions. Very few adults realize that every child, naturally, instinctively, is a philosopher.”
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As With A Lightning Flash
“Sometimes half a dozen figures will reveal, as with a lightning flash, the importance of a subject which ten thousand labored words, with the same purpose in view, had left at last but dim and uncertain.”
—Mark Twain, Life On The Mississippi
“In one way or another we’re all anchored to the book. A library is a metaphor for human beings or what’s best about human beings, the same way a concentration camp can be a metaphor for what’s worst about them. A library is total generosity.”
—Roberto Bolaño
“The old, old sea, as one in tears,
Comes murmuring, with foamy lips,
And knocking at the vacant piers,
Calls for his long-lost multitude of ships.”
—From Life On The Mississippi, by Mark Twain
WTF
In order to understand this exchange, bear in mind I lost all my contacts in my recent mugging and only can keep track of text threads contextually. The first text was sent to the right person, a coworker who lives near me.
Me: Wanna meet up for a drink later?
Next text: Omwh [which I translate as “on my way home”] YAH
Me: What time? I want to check out that new place on H Street.
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