May 2010
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Chelsea Leigh Trescott - A Red Spool
I haven’t...
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hear me out
Chelsea Leigh Musee Trescott - A...
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Here is Oaktree, a song from one of the singers...
Led Zeppelin ft Lil’ Wayne, Shortyo &...
Chelsea Leigh Trescott:
Sometimes - Written and...
MUSEE: Sometimes →
It’s difficult seeing, to look at her on a Saturday afternoon, and to know, know she also knew, for the first time this will be the last Saturday they sit, coupled and crying, pretending they didn’t know, didn’t see that together they couldn’t move on.
And she knew that soon all she’d…
March 2010
1 post
words to the wise.
So where have I been? Tahiti, first. And following that, not very much hovering over the computer to type all that I should. I’ve got myself a domain. It’s a slow build, which I would love to speed up. I have this elaborate idea, that once it’s going, my creative juices will too. Though I haven’t posted on this other Tumblr I created, upon arrival in San Francisco from...
December 2009
28 posts
that'away.
Three days, and a constant rain, a coastle burden. Now that I’m ahead, I can’t also be the teller of feeling, and really, can’t be an unspectacular mouthful. I hush because, and hours are consumed with time, are hours invested in the silent, the unsaying try to get along with myself then you first. It’s not negotiable. My unconvincing magnitude is not and worse, an alarming quiet expanding across...
W Mag's Upcoming Artist Profile: Jessica Rankin
Jessica Rankin recently spent 18 months living in Berlin, an experience that brought home a reality she has long explored in her work: the limitations of language. Even in her native tongue, the Australian-born New Yorker sometimes feels like a foreigner. “I have a very ambivalent feeling about language,” says the soft-spoken artist, recalling how, after her mother died of breast cancer when...
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Up Front: Jeanette Winterson
“Obsession is focused but not linear,” Winterson says, “and this biography is the same; it curls and twists around the inner and other events of Highsmith’s life, so that nothing is too neat. Highsmith liked to think she was orderly when in fact she lived in emotional chaos; her choices were really manifestations of desires she could never control — or even understand.”
extract via New York...
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“My occipital lobe descends to images of torn
skin, compounded bones that rake...”
– Map Projections on the Body, Kristin Aardsma via conjunctions.
welcoming.
It was sometime like October. Apples mushy in the backyard, under our shoe in a lawn of high-waisted grass. There were frowns and something dependable, always a glance upward. The sky, peeling then like a potato, as if to be another color, a moon, or the wrong time of day. Always in December at sometime, towering the tree, we associate red with holiday, with fever, wrapping our dinner table, the...
nothing faddish.
how is anything begun started?
telling, in a way, is to explain, is wrongly to try. it’s how come professors will write an aside, calling us in theory, loaded. how explaining is not noticing, is to say I’m unsure, is morning before nighty’night the telling I love you, is then neither us a questioning aloud.
o already missing,
minute-by-minute-to-minute-us,
is the feeling I’ll be struggling and...
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“The atom was split by persistence; you relax. We go on chatting, impersonally at...”
– Up in the Air by Walter Kirn
Eating, these days, what’s all ready, and on us.
we dash,
the width of arms. salamanders go fire, then fire again we go. I am nimbly another way to look, and you do, just that. expectation is first and finally. if ours is theirs, of course, our standards are others and needs and wants will be met. but who gives, when how does it feel? it, you, there-beside-beneath: those areas you’ve named are, we boast, overwhelmed. your jaw, you say, tired,...
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Editor's Reading List
via Fiction Magazine
by Mark Mirsky
The first 15 titles from Editor Mark Jay Mirsky’s Reading List:
Aciman, Andre - Out of Egypt (Riverhead Books)
Astrov, Margot - The Winged Serpent (American. Indian Prose and Poetry)
Achebe, Chinua - No Longer at Ease
Achebe, Chinua - Things Fall Apart
Aeschylus - The Oresteia Lattimore trans. (Note: Link is to Johnston translation.)
Agnon, S.Y....
A-P
I woke with a souvenir
and we, dark to darkness, are each other
the distance to home
is a little over a wing extended, and we are
far from
committable, latching this slut-to-slut darkness
he already has taken
and I left with him, alone and for that reason,
that he’d take me and I am
lonely for for for for reason
and I was and thought otherwise,
and think that all of us do
call...
Watch
via freemusicarchive
9am. Cha Cha.
CHASE Would you rather share your poetry or have another share with you?
CLAUDELEAN You agree that conversation is art.
CHASE It isn’t often enough. Mostly it’s merciless.
A few times it’s a miracle.
CLAUDELEAN Well, I consider myself to be revealing.
CHASE You shouldn’t blame anyone.
CLAUDELEAN...
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Mister Loveless - Good Story
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Writt'en Zee Air.
And so he told her she didn’t have to think at all. O but what could Cole ever mean, because we all become each other. And what happened and that’s the problem with this being a documentary, or Helene, and like love there are not enough facts, that is, the right facts, and like love, like Helene, like a documentary, nothing will explain everything, because they are their own inexplicable...
Naming Navel
Helene would rather a river and nouns, a jungle snowstorm of yellow butterflies, a sun-baked stone, than nine hundred and twenty dollars, amphetamine, a string of pearls. What else is new?
A dime in a slot, two places at once, time zones. No not that, but, millions and millions do, put and get and learn, and everything is the same as before, and no one would want to know that, she thought, Helene...
November 2009
104 posts
Since she’s young and men just find her.
Recently, Helene’s had thoughts on love and strangers.
Is love something to explain? Does it sound worse when you try? Can a stranger be cradled to your body? And without moving or speaking, can you learn to love it? Are strangers the problem? There’s too many of them.
Helene wonders whether love is like time, a line of strangers, not there to move but advance you. She, so tired and hungry,...
Surprise.
Tears and a fiesta. Then all this talk heightening, growing large, so wide and far out of the way. And why? Why do we do it? Is the surprise what exists between an entrance and an exit, or after and before? Today was the anniversary. A day I never can pull myself through. An array of gorgeous flowers, their big poofs and wide jaws. That and a hilarious cake. My parents had a “Smoke Off,” ribs,...
Can’t tell why it happens just knows that it does
Dime a Dozen
Helene would rather a river and nouns, a jungle snowstorm of yellow butterflies, a sunbaked stone, than nine hundred and twenty dollars, amphetamine, a string of pearls. What else is new? A dime in a slot, a newspaper, two places at once, time zones. Millions and millions put and get and learn, and everything is the same as before, and no one would want to know that.
Lady of the...
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A Reason to Miss Living in Manhattan:
LIV ULLMANN (Friday through Thursday) With this great Swedish actress visiting Brooklyn to stage “A Streetcar Named Desire” with Cate Blanchett at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, BAMcinématek offers an overview of some of her most famous roles, beginning on Friday with her indelible performance in Ingmar Bergman’s 1966 “Persona.” Bergman’s “Hour of the Wolf” (1968) follows on Saturday, and his...
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Steed Lord - Boy U Know (Jungle Fiction Remix ft...
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Mike Zoot – Chessbumpin
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WatchKid Sister - Right Hand Hi (Riton Remix)
Sick! Sanely Sexy. Meaning it’s alright for you to agree so. Don’t worry crazies, no one will call you crazaaay for jamming to this. Now do it.
profil > proffilo
1. A progile
I am a secret, tremblement, murmure, tremblement, tremblement, a tiny heart beating, poof.
At birth something and then something else again. Only a genius is given a sentence, and unfolds a secret inside. There are two things. And this second is a romance.
I’d like a cat that yawns to wear a caramel coat. In a room there must also be three thousand books. Rest atop the carpet,...
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I LOVE YOU JAMES. I LOVE YOU JAMES. I LOVE YOU...