September 2010
52 posts
Rachael Yamagata - Even So
In the great white villa in the park Will slept uneasily, plagued with dreams that were filled with anxiety and with sweetness in equal measure, so that he struggled to wake up yet longed for sleep again.
- Philip Pullman in The Subtle Knife
yumyanyan: Waiting For The End — Linkin Park
Tumblr vs Facebook - Yoogeun Edition
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Someone I don’t know adds me on Facebook:
Someone I don’t know follows me on Tumblr:
Someone writes on my Facebook wall:
Someone writes in my Tumblr ask box:
Lose a friend on Facebook:
Lose a follower on Tumblr:
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Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
- Yeats in The Stolen Child
All of this has happened before, and it will all...
“One thing I can say for sure,” he said. “Everyone assumes that in ten years the world will be more or less the same as it is now, right? We all think, Well, I’ll be ten years older, but we assume we’ll be alive and carrying on as usual. In spite of the fact that an earthquake or an act of terrorism, or any number of other things, could wipe us out in the next...
violently, this slumber fades.
Nearly A Valediction
You happened to me. I was happened to
like an abandoned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse. A new-
born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through
the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone,
swaddled in strange air I was that alone
again,...
Love is a Parallax
‘Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind’s eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark
on sophist seas to overtake that mark
where wave pretends to drench real sky.’
Well then, if we agree, it is not odd
that one man’s devil is another’s god
or that the solar spectrum is
a...
Sadomasochism has always been the furthest reach of the sexual experience: when sex becomes most purely sexual, that is, severed from personhood, from relationships, from love. It should not be surprising that it has become attached to Nazi symbolism in recent years. Never before was the relation of masters and slaves so consciously aestheticized. Sade had to make up his theater of punishment and...
the city sleeps, and it is terrifying
I kissed your mouth and pledged myself forever.
Don Paterson in Waking with Russell
tonight, we’ll allow our hearts to falter and greet our unanimous death.
All through history, from Abraham to Mao, prophets have left the city behind them to insist upon a vision of thigns greater than they are; but in the double nature of all phenomena, the abandoning of the city for the wilderness is also the pattern of madness: the psychotic leaves the social structure of sanity. From the psychotic’s point of view, one could paraphrase Voltaire to say that...