November 2010
what's love got to do with it →
…Love, you see, doesn’t matter. Okay, that’s not precisely what I mean. It matters, of course, personally. But we hurt the people we love, and we are kind to people to whom we are indifferent. Does the love negate the hurt? Does the lack of love invalidate the kindness? Of course not. It’s on an entirely different plane. Some of my favorite love stories are those where the...
no but you guys this moment is so good, i swear.... →
Aladdin: Wow. The palace looks pretty amazing, huh?
Jasmine, sadly: Oh, it’s wonderful.
Aladdin: I wonder what it’d be like to live there, and have servants and valets.
Jasmine: Oh, sure. People who tell you where to go and how to dress.
Aladdin: That’s better than here. You’re always scraping for food and ducking the guards.
Jasmine: You’re not free to make...
http://isabelthespy.tumblr.com/post/1982633406/i-ac... →
isabelthespy:
this is a thing that happens sometimes in feminist criticisms of works that bothers me, when a woman’s lack of power in her society is taken as indication of denial of her agency by the text. sometimes this happens. other times, like half the point of the movie is that the restrictions placed on jasmine are bullshit and she is doing her best to struggle against them in a...
"Full Moon" by Tu Fu
Isolate and full, the moon
Floats over the house by the river.
Into the night the cold water rushes away below the gate.
The bright gold spilled on the river is never still.
The brilliance of my quilt is greater than precious silk.
The circle without blemish.
The empty mountains without sound.
The moon hangs in the empty, vacant constellations.
Pine cones drop in the old garden.
The senna...
FSG's CEO Declares a New Age of the "Never-Done"... →
When he’s not busy running FSG, Jonathan Galassi is fretting over his translations of Giacomo Leopardi. Upon seeing his proofs, Galassi thought and then wrote: “And suddenly, sometimes embarrassingly, you can see how it could be still further improved: If only you’d thought of that before! That’s one encouraging aspect of the fact that books are going to be less and less...
“I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I...”
– (from The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath)
bookbat:
I know that every overachieving middle-class college girl reads this book at some point and thinks it’s about her, but really and truly, this is me in 70 words.
yes.
Woman Suing Federal Government After TSA Screeners... →
justonesyllable:
listofnow:
robot-heart-politics:
correlationstonone:
The woman, extremely upset, proceeded to leave the screening area to collect herself. You know, after forcibly going topless in the middle of airport security. And when she came back? A display of class about on par with a fraternity basement at 2 am: “One male TSA employee expressed to the plaintiff that he wished he...
ask kashmiriyat: can you truly divorce the... →
he says that he wished that he found someone who could write like me that he actually wanted to be friends with. i am at once fractured: i am no longer a whole person but a text. this idea distressed me because i have always thought of words as myself, particularly what is written down in a personal journal.
…why could he love my writing but not me?
ask malloreigh: is the choice to be a suicide girl... →
“i am going to suggest, perhaps erroneously and perhaps not, that a large number of girls do SG because they want positive feedback about their bodies and looks. this can be empowering or it can be disempowering. on the one hand, it can cause an unhealthy sensitivity to the opinions of others, or an inflated ego that hinders one’s goings-about in the world. on the other hand, it can...
i don't think i can post this without a shout-out...
aeide-thea:
…okay, i admit i don’t know much about this site, but given that it got a positive shout-out from a social justice blog and thus presumably is somewhat enlightened, wtf are they doing critiquing a woman’s body? just… seriously, who cares, shut up. blargh.
polutrope:
yeah, seriously. all body-shaming is bad, people! :\
i feel kind of bad for ke$ha. i...
from "One Time" by Christian Wiman
2. 2047 Grace Street
But the world is more often refuge
than evidence, comfort and covert
for the flinching will, rather than the sharp
particulate instants through which God’s being burns
into ours. I say God and mean more
than the bright abyss that opens in that word.
I say world and mean less
than the abstract oblivion of atoms
out of which every intact thing emerges,
into...
i think sometimes that there is a graveyard etched... →
justonesyllable:
I am always wondering how one saves a world and then goes quietly on, forgotten. I am always wondering what it must be like to stand by and be purposefully erased as history is rewritten: as your children are taught that your captors were actually liberators, that this graveyard full of your fallen comrades is full of traitors. My bones ache with it, with this remembrance,...
isabelthespy:
i am entering into LA LA LA PANIC MODE which, i hear it is specifically an ADD panic mode of this kind? the kind when you think about your inbox, and the people you haven’t replied to because it was too scary and you kept making excuses because you were too sick to actually think even though mostly you were too freaked out because taking time off has acted as a chance to solidify...
on "unisex" t-shirts and the male default
last time i tried to have a conversation about how we label gendered clothing, i don’t think my boyfriend—who is, for the record, a pretty enlightened feminist with a willingness to self-examine—really bought my argument, because frankly, i don’t think i articulated very well what was bothering me. so, take two: threadless (whose newsletter was what reminded me of this) categorizes...
inautumn-inkashmir:
synestheticoccurrences:
tobia:
kafkasreincarnation:
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women, to enter ordinary relationships, I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic – in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
—Anais Nin
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