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Vertigo

ekstasis:

Describe a scene from your daily life.

The sky has come down around us in a shroud.

Use plain language.

It is dark. An old man comes toward me.
He is smoking — no — it is cold out and that is his breath.
He walks a big dog.

Eliminate all adjectives.

Slowly he coughs into his sleeve.

And adverbs.

What could be the reason for my fear
now that he is just a man with a dog?

Think of yourself as a reporter.

I am standing at the intersection of Blankity and Blank.
The air loses its temperature.
I have often wished for someone to attack me.

Each time a character wishes, hopes, dreams, imagines,
it robs the action.

Closing in on me now, his white breath, and a girl
has appeared at the outskirts of my eye.

Do not rely on odd syntax.

Her shoes look like small puppies
helpless at her feet.

Remember: overusing simile and metaphor
weakens the prose.

It is possible, I mean to say, that you are
making a mistake and I am not
the woman you despise?

Speak with authority.

Yesterday on my way home from school
a bat fell out of the sky.

Try to think of an emotion that represents your world.

Often I become sick in social situations.
And also when I am alone.

— Priscilla Becker (via The Ingoing)

bohemea:

Rachel Weisz

bohemea:

Rachel Weisz

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copycats:

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by Weezer
originally by The Smiths
(posted by mialegria)

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ekstasis:

Soul Coughing - True Dreams of Wichita

…And you can stand on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge
Crying, “Hey man, well this is Babylon…”
And you can fire out on a bus to the outside world
Down to Louisiana, you can take her with you

I’ve seen the rains of the real world come forward on the plain
I’ve seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth
You’ve never seen it, no,
I’m half sick on the drinks you mixed…

pegobry:

marvel:

Ancienne cosmologie hébreuse

pegobry:

marvel:

Ancienne cosmologie hébreuse

52books:

#41: The World According to Garp by John Irving
When I saw John Irving last week, he carefully explained to the audience that everything he writes is somehow related to his biggest fears. Of course, this is exceptionally true in Garp, where just about everything everyone is ever afraid of actually happens. Some parts of life are scary, such as death or loss of a great love, and when I was reading about them here I felt what I can only describe as overwhelming appreciation. Not only was Irving able to develop characters with depth but he also gave them the flaws that so many of us attribute to a single defect within ourselves. I guess what I mean is, the characters in Garp have the kind of quirks I like to see in real life.
On a somewhat related note, I’ve been trying to write this review for a couple of days now and the above paragraph is all I’ve been able to get out. There were times when I became sort of angry that I didn’t have a whole lot to put out there. What I think this means about the book is that it offers a story - not much more, not much less. It tells a multi-generational family tale that and while it certainly had an effect on me, it does not leave a whole lot for discussion. The novel just is what it is. I used to think I had to be able to discuss themes and characters and ongoing issues here, but I understand now that this interpretation isn’t always necessary. Sometimes it’s best to let a book be and move on to the next.

52books:

#41: The World According to Garp by John Irving

When I saw John Irving last week, he carefully explained to the audience that everything he writes is somehow related to his biggest fears. Of course, this is exceptionally true in Garp, where just about everything everyone is ever afraid of actually happens. Some parts of life are scary, such as death or loss of a great love, and when I was reading about them here I felt what I can only describe as overwhelming appreciation. Not only was Irving able to develop characters with depth but he also gave them the flaws that so many of us attribute to a single defect within ourselves. I guess what I mean is, the characters in Garp have the kind of quirks I like to see in real life.

On a somewhat related note, I’ve been trying to write this review for a couple of days now and the above paragraph is all I’ve been able to get out. There were times when I became sort of angry that I didn’t have a whole lot to put out there. What I think this means about the book is that it offers a story - not much more, not much less. It tells a multi-generational family tale that and while it certainly had an effect on me, it does not leave a whole lot for discussion. The novel just is what it is. I used to think I had to be able to discuss themes and characters and ongoing issues here, but I understand now that this interpretation isn’t always necessary. Sometimes it’s best to let a book be and move on to the next.

bohemea:

Eva Green

bohemea:

Eva Green

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ekstasis:

Mike Doughty - Fort Hood

…My vote’s a bed and a football pool
Five on the red, six on the blue
Wake up, fool, there’s no time for a shouting match

I smell blood and there’s no blood around
Blanked-out eyes and the blanked-out sound
I see them coming back motionless in an airport lounge

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in

You should be getting stoned with a prom-dress girl
You should still believe in an endless world
You should blast Young Jeezy with your friends in a parking lot

Let the sunshine in
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in…

…From his blog, 03/02/08:

“…I wrote the song basically out of two experiences; I went to Walter Reed last year, met some guys who had lost limbs, and came out scared and grateful. And I grew up an Army brat in the 70s, when many of the adult males around me were in Vietnam, and there was lots of strange behavior that I now recognize as PTSD.

Fort Hood is the base in Texas that’s lost the most people in Iraq and Afghanistan.”

Certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can’t kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up some times, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking Rooster. You know what I’m saying?

David Sedaris

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