"In the mornings I write long circular journal entries when I wake up. Too early. Before work. But even though I am making steady proclamations about who I will go for next, and why, and how it will all be different, it is brutal to imagine the idea of meeting a new person. Going through the same routine. Saying the same phrases I have now said many times: the big statements, the grand revelations about my childhood and character. The cautious revealing of insecurities. I have said them already, and they sit now in the minds of those people who are out living lives I have no access to anymore. Awhile ago, this sharing was tremendous; now, the idea of facing a new person and speaking the same core sentences seems like a mistake, an error of integrity. Surely it is not good for my own mind to make myself into a speech like that. The only major untouched field of discussion will have to do with this feeling, this tiredness, this exact speech. 

The next person I love, I will sit across from in silence. We will have to learn it from each other some other way.”

from "On a Saturday Afternoon" by Aimee Bender

new tiny green plants on the sill: being cute and making me feel like i have my shit together

new tiny green plants on the sill: being cute and making me feel like i have my shit together

kerouac with his cat.(who can help me blow this up to life size?)

kerouac with his cat.
(who can help me blow this up to life size?)

WHERE TO START.

WHERE TO START.

"Whatever happens. Whateverwhat is is is whatI want. Only that. But that.”
(Galway Kinnell, “Prayer”)

"Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.”

(Galway Kinnell, “Prayer”)

"The quiet, the bitter, the bereaved,

the going forth of us, the coming home,

the drag and pull of us, the tome and teem

and tensile greed of us, the opening

and closing of us, our eyes, in sleep,

our crematorium dreams?”


written by Dorianne Laux, from “Who Needs Us?” (Tin House blog)

"Beneath all this I’m carving a cathedral

of salt.”


written by Nick Flynn
i carry your heart
(i carry it in my heart)

i carry your heart

(i carry it in my heart)

"Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!" (Gregory Corso, Marriage) 

"Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!" 
(Gregory Corso, Marriage

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
(Jack Kerouac)

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

(Jack Kerouac)