November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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Short story
i’m almost done writing my first ever short story. I letting it sit for the moment before i show the final draft to anyone gullible enough to read it.
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i hope i pluck the courage to start writing my next, which had been marinating in my head for days now.
August 2011
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“we are not thinkers
we are made of mirrors and air
and yet unsatisfied obscure...”
– Tristan Tzara, The Approximate Man, Part VI (1931). (via emanationsoftheyellowsign)
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Little solace: Then no matter where you are, in a... →
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Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You’ll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully…
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Art Manifestoes: The 2nd DADA Manifesto →
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by Tristan Tzara – 1918
“The magic of a word – DADA – which for journalists has opened the door to an unforeseen world, has for us not the slightest importance.”
To launch a manifesto you have to want: A.B. & C., and fulminate against 1, 2, & 3, work yourself up and sharpen your wings to…
July 2011
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Charles Simic on Writing Poetry
A few things to keep in mind while sitting down to write a poem:
Don’t tell the readers what they already know about life.
Don’t assume you’re the only one in the world who suffers.
Some of the greatest poems in the language are sonnets and poems not many lines longer than that, so don’t overwrite.
The use of images, similes and metaphors make poems concise. Close your eyes, and let your...
“Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of the kind; perhaps I am doomed to...”
– -Andre Breton, Nadja (via kissingdevils)
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I Can Afford Neither the Rain
I Can Afford Neither the Rain by Holly Iglesias Nor the strip of light between the slats, the window itself blind with grief. Nor the bench where the last mourner lingers, the others on to the next thing, leaning into the bar, toasting the sweethearts, gone and gone, their passion and ire softening now into the earth. Nor the bluff above the Mississippi where centuries of war dead rest, where...
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May 2011
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“Together they ate the rose
and together they dried their tongues
upon the...”
– Gregory Corso
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April 2011
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"Mes Occupations" --Henri Michaux
My Pastimes
It’s the rare person I meet whom I don’t want to beat up. Others favor the interior monologue, stream-of-consciousness, art and dreams. Not me. I like to beat people up. Now some people, unaware of my purposes, play right into my hands, sit opposite me in a grease joint, stay a while, pick their teeth, they want to eat. Here’s one now. Notice how swiftly I grab him by...
Fathers of Surrealism
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pray...err
dear indifferent universe
i fear for my health. i shall soon have a stroke if myocardial infarction doesnt hit me first. im only (write age here) unmarried childless penniless and have no relevant contribution to humanity whatsoever except from my own share of carbon emmissions,
therefore immediate intervention is urgently needed.
if you could be so kind as to let a tornado suck a better...
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I like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric...
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
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À la folie, mes chéris.: Advice on the matter of... →
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La Nuit remue, by Henri Michaux
We must also pay great attention to the sea. On stormy days, we have the habit of walking along the cliffs. And although the sea is full of dangers, and despite the come-and-go of its powers that seem to be increasing moment by moment, the spectacle is beautiful…