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December 9th, 2011

“Christmas Reindeer,” The Knife



“Christmas Reindeer,” The Knife

December 9th, 2011

Everything.



Everything.

December 9th, 2011

Tilda Swinton looking more April Tuna than ever in this promo…



Tilda Swinton looking more April Tuna than ever in this promo shot for her new movie.

December 9th, 2011

"Because the night is a scattering of sounds—blunt branches hurtling to the ground, a nest stir, a…"

Because the night is a scattering of sounds—blunt
branches hurtling to the ground, a nest stir, a sigh
from someone beside me. Because I am awake
and know that I am not on fire. I am fine. It’s August.

The scar on my neck, clarity—two curtains sewn.
A little door locked from the inside.

Nothing wants anything tonight. There are only stars
and the usual animals. Only the fallen apple’s wine-red crush.

Rabbits hurtle through the dark. Little missiles.
Little fur blossoms hiding from owls. Nothing wants
to be in this galaxy anymore. Everything wants the afterlife.

Dear afterlife, my body is lopped off. My hands
are in the carport. My legs, in the river. My head, of course,
in the tree awaiting sunrise. It dreams it is the owl,
a dark-winged habit. Then, a rabbit’s dash
to the apple, shining like nebulae. Then the owl
scissoring the air. The heart pumps its box of inks.

The river’s auscultations keep pace
with my lungs. Blame the ear for its attention. Blame
the body for not wanting to let go, but once a thing moves
it can’t help it. There is only instinct, that living “yes.”



- “Insomnia As Transfiguration” by Oliver de la Paz (via clavicola)
December 9th, 2011

In which two of my favorite things, cookies and coffee, are…



In which two of my favorite things, cookies and coffee, are presented in the most upsetting manner possible. Thanks a lot, ceramacist.

December 9th, 2011

"At least I have the flowers of myself, and my thoughts, no god can take that; I have the fervour of…"

At least I have the flowers of myself,
and my thoughts, no god
can take that;
I have the fervour of myself for a presence
and my own spirit for light;

and my spirit with its loss
knows this;
though small against the black,
small against the formless rocks,
hell must break before I am lost;

before I am lost,
hell must open like a red rose
for the dead to pass.



- H.D., from “Eurydice” (via awritersruminations)
December 9th, 2011

Teaching Moments: On Accountability, Love & Patience

Teaching Moments: On Accountability, Love & Patience:

crunkfeministcollective:

I teach and do research on issues centering on identity and diversity. As the fall semester is coming to a close, I had the benefit of watching my students, many who started the…

December 9th, 2011

Library in Pécs, Hungary



Library in Pécs, Hungary

December 9th, 2011

"The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds…"

The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don’t realize it. You really are a part of me…

How can it be like that, when you know so many people, and when I’ve disappointed you so?
Ain’t it wonderful, Jim, how much people can mean to each other?



-

my antonia, willa cather


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December 9th, 2011

via Lists of Note



via Lists of Note