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July 10th, 2012

“It is He who maketh the stars as beacons for you, that ye…



“It is He who maketh the stars as beacons for you, that ye may guide yourselves, with their help, through the dark spaces of land and sea: We detail our signs for people who know.”—The Koran

Here on the Staircase we are oft not understood, what with our Late Capitalist contradictions and our desire to burn through any container some sap imagines will hold us.

But just as The Little Prince could look up into the vast night sky and know that his rose lived far off on some particular planet, we at Wit also detail our signs for those who know, so that They might be guided toward Us by the varied light of our linguistic constellations. Yes, language created even the first ever illumination, and now we borrow back a little word and a little wattage both in order that we might reflect another of nature’s fair farragos.

So…let there be Aria di Capri we utter, and prettily perfume the rectory air at dim rainy dusk on this fabled Fourth Of July eve. One burst from the bottle is a beautiful’s woman’s laugh, startling, sharp and silver like a 747 slicing suddenly above the cloud cover and rising into the sun. The city, the rain, the proximity to many stupid people stacked waiting for what? in apartments. And the inviolable white magic aura of our apartment is rent right away by July Aura anyway.

Like shiny armor it suddenly encases us. The sunshine, the lemons, the exuberances of sour grapefruit and tanged-up clementines that are so shiny, so way-out, they look like rocks that will be polished for some fantastic fairy giant’s jewels. The mist still hangs in the air as I speak, like light trails careening oh so slowly off a crackling Catherine Wheel.

Our sparks stay suspended all night tonight by Olde American Magic, so stay up. They’ll illumine the way toward every American’s rightful portion of liberty, joy and crazy-colored, ever present, indestructible light.—Theresa Duncan

It’s five years tonight since Theresa died.

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July 10th, 2012

maybe we need to start a burn blog

maybe we need to start a burn blog

July 10th, 2012

I think I might be really write-only for a while. Consider it…



I think I might be really write-only for a while. Consider it the pendulum swing from the empathetic crisis.

July 10th, 2012

Girls posting fawning Facebook statuses about their boyfriends buying them tampons.

otherxcore:

Get outta here. If a dude deserves to be congratulated and put on a pedestal because he bought you a fucking box of bleached cotton, he must not have much else going for him.

If he won’t cut off his dick for me, I’m not into it.

One time this frenemy told me she had seen tampons in <redacted>’s apt, so he was obviously seeing someone. I was like, those are my tampons. BURN AMIRITE?

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July 10th, 2012

otherxcore: Here are the results of last night’s stick and poke…





otherxcore:

Here are the results of last night’s stick and poke session. I went with a touch-up for the “DIY” on the outside of the fingers on my right hand and a regrettable inverted cross on the palm-side of my left middle finger.

I’m really impatient and have nothing but sewing needles and india ink, so it takes me a long time to get a good, dark line. I’ll probably work on these off and on for the rest of the summer.

(Before anyone harasses me, I know the inverted cross is what St. Peter was crucified on because he felt unworthy to be crucified the same way as Jesus. However, it’s widely accepted as an anti-Christian and even anti-religious symbol. Plus, who’s to say one might not want to be crucified like Jesus simply out of distaste?)

I was working on my DIY one that same night! EVEN BETTER THAN MENSTRUAL SYNCHING. Let’s all ink together.

July 10th, 2012

not me: Have you read <new book>?

not me: Have you read ?
me: What? I've never heard of it.
not me: How about ?
me: What?
not me: What are you reading, then?
me: Woman, I Am by Helen Reddy and With the Weathermen by Susan Stern.
not me: Do you ever read anything that isn't feminist literature?
me: What?
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July 10th, 2012

Narcissists are (a) extremely sensitive to personal criticism and (b) extremely critical of other…

Narcissists are (a) extremely sensitive to personal criticism and (b) extremely critical of other people. They think that they must be seen as perfect or superior or infallible, next to god-like (if not actually divine, then sitting on the right hand of God) — or else they are worthless. There’s no middle ground of ordinary normal humanity for narcissists. They can’t tolerate the least disagreement. In fact, if you say, “Please don’t do that again — it hurts,” narcissists will turn around and do it again harder to prove that they were right the first time; their reasoning seems to be something like “I am a good person and can do no wrong; therefore, I didn’t hurt you and you are lying about it now…” — sorry, folks, I get lost after that. Anyhow, narcissists are habitually cruel in little ways, as well as big ones, because they’re paying attention to their fantasy and not to you, but the bruises on you are REAL, not in your imagination. Thus, no matter how gently you suggest that they might do better to change their ways or get some help, they will react in one of two equally horrible ways: they will attack or they will withdraw. Be wary of wandering into this dragon’s cave — narcissists will say ANYTHING, they will trash anyone in their own self-justification, and then they will expect the immediate restoration of the status quo. They will attack you (sometimes physically) and spew a load of bile, insult, abuse, contempt, threats, etc., and then — well, it’s kind of like they had indigestion and the vicious tirade worked like a burp: “There. Now I feel better. Where were we?” They feel better, so they expect you to feel better, too. They will say you are nothing, worthless, and turn around immediately and say that they love you. When you object to this kind of treatment, they will say, “You just have to accept me the way I am. (God made me this way, so God loves me even if you are too stupid to understand how special I am.)” Accepting them as they are (and staying away from them entirely) is excellent advice. The other “punishment” narcissists mete out is banishing you from their glorious presence — this can turn into a farce, since by this point you are probably praying to be rescued, “Dear God! How do I get out of this?” The narcissist expects that you will be devastated by the withdrawal of her/his divine attention, so that after a while — a few weeks or months (i.e., the next time the narcissist needs to use you for something) — the narcissist will expect you to have learned your lesson and be eager to return to the fold. If you have learned your lesson, you won’t answer that call. They can’t see that they have a problem; it’s always somebody else who has the problem and needs to change. Therapies work at all only when the individual wants to change and, though narcissists hate their real selves, they don’t want to change — they want the world to change. And they criticize, gripe, and complain about almost everything and almost everyone almost all the time. There are usually a favored few whom narcissists regard as absolutely above reproach, even for egregious misconduct or actual crime, and about whom they won’t brook the slightest criticism. These are people the narcissists are terrified of, though they’ll tell you that what they feel is love and respect; apparently they don’t know the difference between fear and love. Narcissists just get worse and worse as they grow older; their parents and other authority figures that they’ve feared die off, and there’s less and less outside influence to keep them in check. ^

This is just a small excerpt from the most gloriously mean-spirited (and accurate!) description of narcissists I’ve ever read.

July 10th, 2012

"I just like sitting here and watching your mind work."

“I just like sitting here and watching your mind work.”
July 10th, 2012

"Most women would kill to have your ex-boyfriends."

“Most women would kill to have your ex-boyfriends.”
July 10th, 2012

"Your apartment is so cute, even your dishes are cute."

“Your apartment is so cute, even your dishes are cute.”