One of my younger cousins gave birth to a boy this afternoon. Does that make me, like, an uncle?

You haven't really lived until you've brushed your teeth with pure baking soda cut with peroxide . . .
mmmm

*vomits*

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I have more memories than if I'd lived a thousand years . . .

Hafez, you composed ghazals and pierced pearls; come and sing with joy
for the sky throws down its necklace of Pleiades at your verse . . .

Do I wake or sleep?
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http://www.aall.org/hotline/show3.asp?jobNum=869

(This job is the reason I'm in library school.)

Matrices of modulated sounds, all glittering, and pierced with the light of prettiness.

Knaben liebt ich wohl auch, doch lieber sind mir die Mädchen/
Hab ich als Mädchen sie satt, dient sie als Knabe mir noch.
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I might well have loved boys too, but I much prefer girls:
If I tire of her as a girl, still she can serve as a boy.

Wundern kann es mich nicht, dass unser Herr Christus mit Dirnen/
Gern und mit Sündern gelebt, gehts mir doch eben auch so.

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"It doesn't shock me that our Lord Christ lived freely with whores and with sinners: it's just the same with me."

The story goes that a group of well known poets published a book celebrating the various body parts of a beautiful woman. Unasked to contribute were Rimbaud and Verlaine, no doubt out of concern for what they might have done with such a theme. Noticing a curious omission from the final project, R + V nonetheless wrote their own sonnet, of not ( Read more... )