September 30, 2014
Love Calls Us to the Things of This World BY RICHARD WILBUR

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul   
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple   
As false dawn.
                     Outside the open window   
The morning air is all awash with angels.
    Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,   
Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.   
Now they are rising together in calm swells   
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear   
With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

    Now they are flying in place, conveying
The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving   
And staying like white water; and now of a sudden   
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
                                             The soul shrinks
    From all that it is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessèd day,
And cries,
               “Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,   
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.”

    Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world’s hunks and colors,   
The soul descends once more in bitter love   
To accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,   
    “Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;   
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,   
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating   
Of dark habits,
                      keeping their difficult balance.”

September 27, 2014
"Back to integrity: people don’t want to speak up. Part of it is, in order to be free enough, you have to love deep enough. If you are not free to say what’s on your mind and speak your mind, then you don’t have enough love in your heart, because love will make you free. When you love deeply, you’re free to say and do whatever you need to protect your loved ones. And, if you don’t, then you’re a coward. If you find deep love, you can find deep freedom. You get free when you’re able to surrender to something bigger than you. People then say you’re submitting. No, you’re surrendering. When you surrender you’re the freest person in the world, ‘cause all they can do is kill you. It’s a privilege to die for a cause. What else are you going to do? You’re going to die one way or the other. You might get hit by a Mac truck—that’s not too noble. It wouldn’t be your fault, but you figure if that was going to happen, you could’ve died for a noble cause: telling the truth, loving somebody, fighting for justice."

— An Interview with Cornel West


September 23, 2014



this gets me

forever my favorite hymn. 

(via towalkonearth)

September 19, 2014


oh god take me here

(Source: chronic-life)

September 17, 2014
Unpublished Letter to the New York Times by Kate Zambreno


Characters in works of literature, especially and including female characters written by female authors, should be above all else interesting; they do not and should not be exemplary and good women and workers. Camus wrote that if one wanted to write philosophy, one should write novels, and in the contemporary novel, a writer should also be allowed to engage in the world and history of ideas. 

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September 2, 2014
reasons to stay alive


Tambourines. Fire pits. Paper boats. Snap peas. Snow flakes. Bay windows. Porch swings. Dance routines. Macaroni necklaces. High fives. Rotary phones. Flying lady bugs. Ferris wheels. Extra buttons. Crooked teeth. Bearded women. Dust drawings. Fabric stores. Turtle faces. Sleep overs. Mixed tapes….

September 2, 2014
"If more women make porn that is “female-friendly” (whatever that means), it won’t destroy the porn industry or make that industry one that isn’t a primarily sexist one that promotes the abuse and degradation of women. If we regulate the sex industry, it won’t change the fact that prostitution exists on a foundation of colonialism, capitalism, and patriarchy and is an industry that exists to benefit men and reinforce women’s roles as subordinate."

The divide isn’t between ‘sex negative’ and ‘sex positive’ feminists — it’s between liberal and radical feminism

(via queerspawned)

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September 2, 2014
Friendly reminder that anyone born between 1985-1998 didn’t get their hogwarts letter because Voldemort’s ministry wiped out the record of muggleborns



(Source: tracey-hummel)

August 29, 2014
"And then there is my Little House on the Prairie Dress. It is my favorite thing, my favorite dress, then and now. My aunt made me an apron to go with it, and even a bonnet. I wear it every day. I wear it so frequently that my teacher tells my mother I fit in very well with all the children, that I am well-adjusted, especially for a child of my religion."

In My Clothes by Claudia Smith (via therumpus)

This is a gorgeous essay.

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August 25, 2014

Rehearsals ran late.
Night swayed on its green stem

and I couldn’t comprehend
we’d ever be clipped from it.


— "Danse des Petits Cygnes" in The Tulip-Flame by Chloe Honum, reviewed by Casey Thayer (via therumpus)

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August 20, 2014

“Whenever I saw her, I felt like I had been living in another country, doing moderately well in another language, and then she showed up speaking English and suddenly I could speak with all the complexity and nuance that I hadn’t realized was gone. With Lucy I was a native speaker.”― Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty


“Whenever I saw her, I felt like I had been living in another country, doing moderately well in another language, and then she showed up speaking English and suddenly I could speak with all the complexity and nuance that I hadn’t realized was gone. With Lucy I was a native speaker.”
― Ann Patchett,
Truth and Beauty