March 2012
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From Reading Lolita in Tehran
Zarin: What am I to think of your slogans claiming that women who don't wear the veil are prostitutes and agents of Satan? You call this morality?...What about Christian women who don't believe in wearing veils? Are they all - every single one of them - decadent floozies?
Nyazi: But this is an Islamic country and this is the law, and whoever . . .
Vida: The law? You guys came in and changed the laws. Is it the law? So was wearing the yellow star in Nazi Germany. Should all the Jews have worn the star because it was the blasted law?
Zarin: Oh, don't even try to talk to him about that. He would call them all Zionists who deserved what they got.
Mar 1st
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Demas, In Love With This Present World | Kristin...
rosarywords: 2 Timothy 4:9-10 What you’ve heard is true — I’ve gone to Thessilonika. I’ve taken a room above the agora with a view of the harbor and wake too early to merchants’ voices, bleatings of every sort, and carpets being beaten. The innkeeper and his wife bring bread — they are kind, and their daughter is pretty, though she has a withered hand. At night I watch the fishing boats come in...
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February 2012
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Feb 29th
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““Symptom Recital” Dorothy Parker I do not like my state of...”
– exceptindreams: 1098: Symptom Recital
Feb 29th
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Farewell | Federico Garcia Lorca
If I die, leave the balcony open. The child is eating oranges. (From my balcony I see him.) The harvester scythes the wheat. (From my balcony I hear him.) If I die, leave the balcony open!
Feb 28th
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Surrealist Cartography
guaa: Architecture, Minneapolis and San Francisco James River splash, Richmond American artist Jennifer Maravillas draws from her travels and experiences with US urban environments to create her works of surrealist cartography. These prints represent her subconscious interpretation of metropolitan spaces. Maravillas also does a fabulous job of blogging about her journeys. Check...
Feb 28th
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Love just is.
meaninglessmagical: “Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because you’re intelligent, because you’re decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don’t chase women, because you do the dishes, then I’m disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to...
Feb 28th
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ListenAnd knew that somehow I could find my way back   ...
Feb 27th
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Alone | Jack Gilbert
I never thought Michiko would come back after she died. But if she did, I knew it would be as a lady in a long white dress. It is strange that she has returned as somebody’s dalmatian. I meet the man walking her on a leash almost every week. He says good morning and I stoop down to calm her. He said once that she was never like that with other people. Sometimes she is tethered on the lawn when I...
Feb 27th
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Feb 27th
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Feb 27th
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Dealing With Dementia Among Aging Criminals -... →
Feb 26th
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from "15 Things You Should Never Say To An...
2. “You should be very proud of yourself. You seem so normal. I couldn’t tell that you’re Autistic.” While this is rarely said to Autistic people whose disability is very visible, it is very frequently said to Autistic people with much more invisible disability. It’s insulting because it suggests that because the person doesn’t appear to be disabled or...
Feb 25th
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Feb 23rd
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A Hundred Ways to Say Your Name | Tania De Rosario
I avoid speaking your name in conversation, throwing it to the air as if it were nothing more than an assumption of you; it is my last mode of defence. The last item of clothing to discard before I realise I’m naked in public. Because they can hear it in my voice. I know. Even in that one short syllable that means everything and nothing; your name is as common as you are rare. As easy as you are...
Feb 23rd
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“for you are dust, and to dust you shall return”
– Genesis 3:19
Feb 23rd
Sentence of the day.
russiangrammar: Я ни о чём не сожалею. I have no regrets.
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Everything is Waiting For You | David Whyte
Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice. You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or...
Feb 22nd
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“We are not hated because we practice democracy, value freedom, or uphold human...”
– Former US Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Robert Bowman, in Howard Zinn’s “A People’s History of the United States”. (via timmytime)
Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You |...
“A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You” Jon Sands When I said I wasn’t with another girl the January after we fell in love for the 3rd time, it’s because it wasn’t actual sex. In the February that began our radio silence, it was actual sex. I hate the tight shirts that go below your waistline. Not only do they make you look too young, but then your torso is a giraffe’s neck...
Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree,...”
– Albert Einstein
Feb 21st
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A Little Love Poem | Andy Weaver
Someone who hates scrabble. Someone who sleeps on her back near an open window in winter, her breath rolling like a river into night. Someone who wants me to wake her in the morning by reading ee cummings’ love poems, giving a small candle-flicker of a smile just before opening her eyes. Someone who appreciates the architecture of churches, but refuses to step inside. Someone who has...
Feb 21st
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Abortion saved my life - Abortion - Salon.com →
“I almost died in an emergency room because the doctor on call refused to perform a necessary procedure.” - Mikki Kendall
Feb 21st
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Feb 20th
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Things My Son Should Know After I've Died | Brian...
I was young once. I dug holes near a canal and almost drowned. I filled notebooks with words as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun. I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction. I spent a summer swallowing seeds and nothing ever grew in my stomach. Every woman I kissed, I kissed as if I loved her. My left and right hands were rivals. After I hit puberty, I was kicked out of my...
Feb 20th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903; in Letters to a Young Poet
Feb 16th
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You Keep Asking What I Want and I Don't Know What...
A million different landscapes with snow. It’s a study of bees. These are your future ducks. We get desperate. We start dancing. It is a weird come apart. No returns of cake. No exchanges of cake. Run your thumb across your bottom lip. Run your thumb across your bottom lip again. I float quietly. I have a nice stand. I don’t know how to say, I’m just looking. We breathe air. We keep the same...
Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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“I’ll tell you what I can’t get out of my head,” he told me in his San Francisco...”
– The Urge to End It - Understanding Suicide - NYTimes.com
Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Once in the 40's | William Stafford
We were alone one night on a long road in Montana. This was in winter, a big night, far to the stars. We had hitched, my wife and I, and left our ride at a crossing to go on. Tired and cold—but brave—we trudged along. This, we said, was our life, watched over, allowed to go where we wanted. We said we’d come back some time when we got rich. We’d leave the others and find a...
Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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Autostraddle — This Is How We Live, No F*cks to... →
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Feb 12th
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Feb 8th
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Survival poem #17 | Marty McConnell
because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the...
Feb 5th
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Feb 4th
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“I miss the sound of your voice And I miss the rush of your skin And I miss the...”
– from Matt Nathanson’s “Come On Get Higher”
Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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