Monday July 30, 2012
“On the first night, without flourish, he gathered my hair in his hands and held it to his nose. And when we notched our bodies together before sleep, he kissed my shoulder quickly and lightly many times, the kiss of a man overwhelmed with sweetness, cherishing the feeling of being full. It’s almost audible, that swell of emotion, the wave that seizes up everything nearby. He did it just as my boyfriend does on nights when he loves me the most, so I thought of my boyfriend and I simultaneously thought of him, the man I was with, and whether I should feel torn or guilty or awkward were considerations that melted before they could surface.”
— Myth
Monday July 30, 2012
Charlotte Martin — Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town (Pearl Jam cover)
Sunday July 22, 2012
Screen capture from Taxi Driver, directed by Martin Scorsese, 1976. Via.
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Those who fight for the right of every madman and every criminal to have as many people-killing weapons as they want share moral responsibility for what happened last night—as they will when it happens again. And it will happen again. (…)
The horror is touched, inflected, by the way that the killings now intertwine with the everyday details of our lives. The killings will go on; the cell phones in the pockets of dead children will continue to ring; and now parents can be a little frightened every time their kids go to a midnight screening of a movie designed to show them what stylized fun violence can be, in the hands of the right American moviemaker. Of course, there have been shootings at school, too. We’re a nation of special effects.
Adam Gopnik, One More Massacre, for the New Yorker, July 2012.
(Source: rbw)
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Thursday June 21, 2012
“Immediately after, he pressed into her heavily, letting his full weight rest. The mattress felt old. Not dirty but used by the same body for years. A bed long in the family. She turned her head only slightly toward him. His face was buried in the pillow. She knew his eyes would be closed but hers were still open. She turned a little further, testing him. She placed her lips against his ear. She felt his ribs gather together when he exhaled.”
— From “End Comes Too Soon” which is a love story, but not the one it seems to be at first.
Thursday June 21, 2012
End Come Too Soon — Wild Beasts
(The story’s namesake.)
Monday June 18, 2012
It was a honor to work on this project and I am grateful to fette for the invitation to do so. I am trepidatiously proud of and happy with the writing it yielded (from me.)
La Logique Assassinée.
A collaboration between Fette Sans, Sasha Frere-Jones, Charlotte Shane, Jennifer Fuchs, Tommy Smith, and Leah Dieterich.*
Please join us for the opening: Friday, June 22nd at from 7 pm to 10 pm.
INFERNOESQUE, Heidestrasse 46-52, Berlin.
The exercise began when Berlin based photographer Fette Sans sent out a series of five photographs to five writers working with the English language and based internationally. Each invitee had to commence a text inspired by the images. When the writers were partially finished with their texts they sent them to Sans who, based on these words, then sent five new photographs to each writer to inspire the rest of their story.
At Infernoesque, each text will be presented alongside the ten photographs. A book compiling the five collaborations with a forward by Andrew Berardini will be also available to peruse.
View the work at: http://bit.ly/N2QcBF
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Thursday June 14, 2012
“Of course, not all or most or even many Americans necessarily ‘hate’ the rich. The Occupy movement’s purpose was hardly to complain that rich people are bad; those who argue otherwise are being disingenuous or simply ignorant. However, the common claim that Americans are fascinated by the wealthy people and aspire to be like them, so therefore cannot dislike them, is equally foolish. As any adolescent girl blacking out the teeth of a Neutrogena-ad model can tell you, being drawn in and repulsed often happens in the same beat. We desire while we resent our desire, despise those we want to imitate.”
— From my essay on The New Inquiry, “The Ways We Don’t Talk About Wealth”
Wednesday June 06, 2012
Chance Sighting Colwyn Thomas.)
thanku to resoulution
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Wednesday May 16, 2012
And Then You — Greg Laswell and Tupac, by Mother Earth
