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tumblr is lonely
so i might be coming back here.
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too many ridiculous people
1. OMG SHUT UP SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP PLEASE I detest your attempts to sound smart, which basically means you just throw in a lot of cheem-ish abstract sounding words that don’t really mean anything and I HATE meaningless noise - why should I expend extra effort to try and decipher your shitty attempts to sound profound ( Read more... ) -
Clean House
I recently cleaned up my friends page - don't feel offended if I removed you please! It's really nothing personal, just that your LJ has been defunct for way too long/or already declared abandoned ( Read more... ) -
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The Shadow Voice
by Margaret Atwood
My shadow said to me:
what is the matter
Isn't the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body
Whose kiss is moss
Around the picnic tables
The bright pink hands held sandwiches
crumbled by distance. Flies crawl
over the sweet instant
You know what is in these blankets
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Plans for the Holidays
(Was that oxymoronic or what)
1. Read Ways of Seeing by John Berger (I FINALLY HAVE ITTTT after a zillion H3 art readings that referenced Berger I am finally reading it yay)
2. Read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig
3. Read The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
4. Read poetry! Wislawa Szymborska, Carol Ann Duffy, Sylvia Plath!
5. Write
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A Place By A Window
"To find a place by a window for people; this is all that architecture can do in response to the madness of the world. An architect: whenever I refer to myself using this word, I feel a bit of pride and a bit of hesitancy. The work of an architect is likely summed up in the ability to create that place by a window. If we can't do that, there is no ( Read more... ) -
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To A Terrorist
by Stephen Dunn
For the historical ache, the ache passed down
which finds its circumstance and becomes
the present ache, I offer this poem
without hope, knowing there's nothing,
not even revenge, which alleviates
a life like yours. I offer it as one
might offer his father's ashes
to the wind, a gesture
when there's nothing else to do.
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i hate you so much sometimes, how you undercut everything i want for myself and for my life. i hate you so much i want to leave this place and go far far away and never come back.