February 2012
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ACCEPTEZ-MOI, GRAD SCHOOL
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Nina Simone: “For All We Know”
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“When a word inscribes itself as the citation of another sense of the same word, when the textual center-stage of the word pharmakon, even while it means remedy, cites, re-cites, and makes legible that which in the same word signifies, in another spot and on a different level of the stage, poison (for example, since that is not the only other thing pharmakon means), the choice of only one of...
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“Alas, I cast my net into their seas and wanted to catch good fish; but I always...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche
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“Despite the worst provincial funding in Canada Vancouver has somehow emerged as THE place where international artists emerge in Canada. This is not because of our strong visual arts institutions because frankly one of the things that pulls us together as an arts community is the fact that from The Vancouver Art Gallery to the smallest artist centre we are all under resourced. Struggling...
I am literally incapable of holding a coherent conversation outside of a hot tub anymore
i wanna stab myself in the feelings
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“THE DRESSES HERE ARE ALL UNLINED AND MADE OF CHEAP POLYESTER AND WHEN YOU PUT...”
– A thing I like to point out literally every time I step into a Forever21 because I am a snob, a hater, obnoxious, privileged, etc.
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two things
1. I had the same lunch over the past two days and it was BOMB. I got it from a European deli on the first floor of the building where I work—there’s this six-dollar vegetarian combo that consists of a slice of pita bread laid out flat on a plate, a quarter of it topped with pasta salad (vegetable rotini and broccoli dressed lightly, perfectly, in a cream-based sauce), another quarter topped...
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Tennis: “Origins”
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“There is always a surprise in store for the anatomy or physiology of any criticism that might think it had mastered the game, surveyed all the threads at once, deluding itself, too, in wanting to look at the text without touching it, without laying a hand on the ‘object,’ without risking—which is the only chance of entering into the game, by getting a few fingers caught—the...
syeda:
“Literature (it would be better from now on to say writing), by refusing to assign a ‘secret’; an ultimate meaning, to the text (and to the world as text), liberates what may be called an anti-theological activity that is truly revolutionary since to refuse to fix meaning is, in the end, to refuse God and his hypostases—reason, science, law.”
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As sites of governmental authority, prisons destabilize Weber’s definition of the state as the monopolist of violence. In prisons, the monopoly is suspended: anybody is free to commit rape and be reasonably assured that no state official will notice or care (barring those instances when the management knowingly encourages rape, unleashing favored inmates on troublemakers as a strategy for...
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thenoobyorker:
“The only Chris Brown performance that matters is in Stomp the Yard, where he dies in the first ten minutes.” — My friend on Facebook.
DIANA
“If there’s one thing I wish I’d learned at 18, it’s that...”
– Some Advice for Young People.
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Azealia Banks: “212” SO MUCH.
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“The intimacy […] is present in the dif-ference.”
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“In 1969, in ‘The Emerging Republican Majority,’ the Nixon strategist Kevin Phillips offered a blueprint for crushing the Democrats’ New Deal coalition by recruiting Southerners and Catholics to the G.O.P. At the time, prominent Democrats, including Edward Kennedy, were vocally opposed to abortion. Nixon’s advisers urged him to reconsider his position on abortion and family...
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“By then she was sleeping not in the house but out by the pool, on a faded rattan chaise left by a former tenant. There was a jack for a telephone there, and she used beach towels for blankets. The beach towels had a special point. Because she had an uneasy sense that sleeping outside on a rattan chaise could be construed as the first step towards something unnameable (she did not know what...
January 2012
14 posts
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There is a question I have been wanting to understand the answer to, but have been feeling that I simply can’t ask. Eventually I just ask it anyway: Do you think there was a part of you that imagined the two of you would somehow end up together? Immediately, I wish that I hadn’t. The look on her face—a kind of juddering visceral alarm at what has been said…I don’t wish...
“Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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“Each of his looks is another look and a look and one other look, and I...”
– Hélène Cixous, The Third Body, trans. by Keith Cohen (1999)
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“There were pitiful brutalities between us. He zeroed in on my disappearances: I was supposed to refine my method down to the tiniest gesture, to the point of inimitably mastering a suicide with no death; I knew how to disappear so deftly that he couldn’t believe his eyes. I arrived at such perfection in the end that my disappearance disappeared. The features of my disappearance...
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“We speak of an abyss where the ground falls away and a ground is lacking to us, where we seek the ground and set out to arrive at a ground, to get to the bottom of something. But we do not ask now what reason may be; here we reflect immediately on language and take as our main clue the curious statement, ‘Language is language.’ This statement does not lead us to something else...
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“…I would dream he was leaving, I could see him leaving in minute detail, and this detailed departure grated the flesh of my eyes so minutely that my grief from the knowledge that he was leaving and my grief at seeing him leave crushed my bones and lacerated my skin, and yet I saw him gone, his back dripping with blood. I could see him leaving. Then the arms, the legs, which are mine...
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Broadcast: “Michael A Grammar”
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Jeffrey Steingarten’s essay on beans (and the attendant instructions on how to properly prepare them) is important-ish.
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mountquits:
howtobeafuckinglady:
I need to buy a Black Maxi skirt to do chores in
Maxi things are immobilizing thats why I do 100 percent of my work in swimsuits
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Botox
I got you once. So alone, so scared. There was a wrinkle in my elbow. My elbow. My elbow. Dermatologists say, “elbows should have wrinkles” I say “no” So I got you. Botox. Made out of toxins. How much kale will I have to eat to un-paralyze my arm? My soul? — A poem.
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“For everything there is a season. “Ecclesiastes, yes, but I think first of The Byrds, ‘Turn Turn Turn.’ “I think first of Quintana Roo sitting on the bare hardwood floors of the house on Franklin Avenue and the waxed terra-cotta tiles of the house in Malibu listening to The Byrds on eight-track. “The Byrds and The Mamas and the Papas, ‘Do You Wanna...
December 2011
14 posts
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沒有胸的女人
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Penetrated With Sadness
“He hears something playing on someone else’s radio, in another part of the building. “The music is wretchedly sad, now he can (barely) hear it, now it fades into the wall. “He turns on his own radio. There it is, on his own radio, the same music. The sound fills the room.” — Donald Barthelme, “Robert Kennedy Saved From Drowning,” from Sixty Stories...