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April 23rd, 2012

My favorite part of Azealia Banks taking T.I. down on Twitter…



My favorite part of Azealia Banks taking T.I. down on Twitter was when she was like “Ok let’s get into some Spice Girls real talk instead.”

April 23rd, 2012

relevant

There can be certain potions 
needled in the clock 
for the body's fall from grace, 
to untorture and to plead for. 
These I have known 
and would sell all my furniture 
and books and assorted goods 
to avoid, and more, more. 

But the other pain
I would sell my life to avoid 
the pain that begins in the crib 
with its bars or perhaps 
with your first breath 
when the planets drill 
your future into you 
for better of worse 
as you marry life 
and the love that gets doled out 
or doesn't. 

I find now, swallowing one teaspoon 
of pain, that it drops downward 
to the past where it mixes 
with last year's cupful 
and downward into a decade's quart 
and downward into a lifetime's ocean. 
I alternate treading water 
and deadman's float. 

The teaspoon ought to be hearable 
if it didn't mix into the reruns 
and thus enlarge into what it is not, 
a sea pest's sting turning promptly 
into the shark's neat biting off 
of a leg because the soul 
wears a magnifying glass. 
Kicking the heart 
with pain's big boots running up and down 
the intestines like a motorcycle racer. 

Yet one does get out of bed 
and start over, plunge into the day 
and put on a hopeful look 
and does not allow fear to build a wall 
between you and an old friend 
or a new friend and reach out your hand, 
shutting down the thought that 
an axe may cut it off unexpectedly. 
One learns not to blab about all this 
except to yourself or the typewriter keys 
who tell no one until they get brave 
and crawl off onto the printed page. 

I'm getting bored with it, 
I tell the typewriter, 
this constantly walking around 
in wet shoes and then, surprise! 
Somehow DECEASED keeps getting 
stamped in red over the word HOPE. 
And I who keep falling thankfully 
into each new pillow of belief, 
finding my Mercy Street, 
kissing it and tenderly gift-wrapping my love, 
am beginning to wonder just what 
the planets had in mind on November 9th, 1928. 
The pillows are ripped away, 
the hand guillotined, 
dog shit thrown into the middle of a laugh, 
a hornets' nest building into the hi-fi speaker 
and leaving me in silence, 
where, without music, 
I become a cracked orphan. 

Well, 
one gets out of bed 
and the planets don't always hiss 
or muck up the day, each day. 
As for the pain and its multiplying teaspoon, 
perhaps it is a medicine 
that will cure the soul 
of its greed for love 
next Thursday.

—Anne Sexton, "Big Boots of Pain"

April 23rd, 2012

Fuck This Hippie

Fuck This Hippie
April 23rd, 2012

theswingingsixties: The Band — Up on Cripple Creek – 1969 no…



theswingingsixties:

The Band — Up on Cripple Creek - 1969

no one really needs to make more music. we might have enough.

April 23rd, 2012

“It’s better to be alone than dead, you know.” “You don’t know…

“It’s better to be alone than dead, you know.”

“You don’t know anything about it.”

Real talk on Death of an Expert Witness

April 23rd, 2012

superseventies: Photo by Alex Chatelain for Vogue Paris, 1971.



superseventies:

Photo by Alex Chatelain for Vogue Paris, 1971.

April 23rd, 2012

not me: how’s your arm

not me: how's your arm
me: I can't move it
not me: shooting pain in your left arm can mean a heart attack
me: it's not a heart attack. it's from the nerve damage
not me: besides, you have no heart
me: also that
April 23rd, 2012

hella gay: Call for Submissions – Nearly There: A Queer People of Color Zine

hella gay: Call for Submissions - Nearly There: A Queer People of Color Zine :

crankyskirt:

Deadline: 1 August 2012

Nearly There: A Queer POC Zine

What: Nearly There is a zine project meant to address the serious absence and silencing of stories about the experiences of queer people of color. For those of us who occupy the spaces of both queer and of color (along with all our other identities), this project is about creating an arena where we can listen and be heard, find commonality and difference, and leave a mark in the making of our own queer history and POC history.

Who: Knowing full well that for many of us, terms like queer or LGBTQ+ often do not and cannot truly measure who we are but being limited by the lack of other terms, this project is for, by, and about queer/LGBTQ+ youth of color including those of us who are low-income/working class, 1st/1.5/2nd/3rd generation im/migrants, city based, Mestiz@, Chican@, rural based, bi/multi racial or mixed, undocumented, same-gender-lovin, formerly or currently incarcerated, parents, dark skinned, from any spiritual background, college educated, butch, femme, aggs, street-involved, etc, etc, etc.

Theme: For this first issue, the theme is relatively open and inclusive of any issue, concern, or interest of queer POC. Ideally looking for submissions about in/visibility in queer and POC communities, discourses on coming/being out or not, finding and creating queer POC spaces, and more. Email me with your questions! Submit: stories, poetry, non-fiction (in any format), drawings, photos, portraits, essays, etc.

CONTACT INFORMATION:

For inquiries/ submissions: nearlythere@gmail.com

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April 23rd, 2012

when you catch yourself fantasizing about quitting school 3 weeks shy of graduation to become Cher’s studio drummer

funkyfest:

you know morale is low

Important: Cher Sarkisian La Piere Bono Allman or Cher Horowitz?

April 23rd, 2012

"You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal."

“You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.”

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Leonard Cohen, “Stories of the Street” (via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)

just when I thought I couldn’t hate Leonard Cohen any more than I already do.