February 2012
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“Many of the most deeply spiritual moments of my life haven’t happened just in my...”
– Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via thresca)
Feb 5th
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Juke Box Love Song | Langston Hughes
 I could take the Harlem night and wrap it around you, Take the neon lights and make a crown, Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways, And for your love song tone their rumble down. Take Harlem’s heartbeat, Make a drumbeat, Put it on a record, let it whirl, And while we listen to it play, Dance with you till day— Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl. 
Feb 2nd
In Colombia, with coffee, as with cocaine
all the best shit leaves the country.
Feb 2nd
Feb 2nd
Movement Song by Audre Lorde →
youmightfindyourself: I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools of longing through mornings of wish and ripen we were always saying goodbye in the blood in the bone over coffee before dashing for elevators going in opposite directions without goodbyes. Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof    as the...
Feb 2nd
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December 2011
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November 2011
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“I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back Where...”
– A Song in the Front Yard by Gwendolyn Brooks (from Kima via threeaddictions)
Nov 13th
WatchWatch
visitary:  “In Verse was developed through a series of conversations with Ted Genoways, the editor of Virginia Quarterly Review, about why poetry isn’t more popular and relevant in our daily lives. The central premise of In Verse offers a possible solution: why not engage a poet as a reporter? Send him or her out on assignment and deliver the story through poetry.” - Lu Olkowski
Nov 13th
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August 2011
6 posts
“In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get...”
– Woody Allen (via santosha65)
Aug 30th
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Aug 29th
“He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of...”
– Annie Dillard
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What Do Women Want?
Kim Addonizio I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old ...
Aug 24th
You Are What You Read (And Listen To)
Personally, any day dedicated solely to reading and cooking dinner for your pops would be a good day, but I came across some engrossing, thought-stirring material that I very much want to share: In the first segment of this week’s Slate Culture Gabfest podcast, Slate critics and writers discuss the movie The Help. It is the most thorough treatment of the movie that I’ve come across...
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July 2011
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June 2011
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May 2011
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It's easy to live when you're in love
May 29th
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Octavia Butler on flying
jonubian: I’m learning to fly, to levitate myself. No one is teaching me. I’m just learning on my own, little by little, dream lesson by dream lesson. Not a very subtle image, but a persistent one. I’ve had many lessons, and I’m better at flying than I used to be. I trust my ability more now, but I’m still afraid. I can’t quite control my directions yet. - Parable of the Sower.
May 22nd
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“This I believe: That the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the...”
– John Steinbeck (via girlwithoutwings)
May 18th
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May 18th
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The Things She Taught Me
Momma never taught me how to scramble eggs or chop an onion. She never showed me the most efficient way to dice tomatoes or where the tenderest part of the pig is. She never taught me how to make bacon crispy and curly, how to clean the silver or handwash delicates. I never learned the old dances from my mama. She never taught me how to put on red lipstick so it doesn’t smear, or how to accent the...
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April 2011
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Ten Most Beautiful Places in The World To Wake Up →
Check: Paris, Hong Kong, and Bali Coming Up: Istanbul
Apr 30th
“In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you...”
– Siddhārtha Gautama (via kari-shma)
Apr 22nd
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Mardi Gras Premortem
by Ann Townsend The good times were drunk times, when your body loosened to a soft chair and you closed your eyes. Or when we’d rove bar to bar, clutching cold drinks, out onto the cobbled streets, our plastic neon go-cups shaking with ice. We jostled through a  holiday crowd, mummers hurled beads at our feet, the women on the balconies lifted their shirts for a handful of coins or...
Apr 21st
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Sunday
by Timothy Liu And when they sat down in the morning to bowls of cold cereal, each in turn would notice the blades of a ceiling fan spinning at the bottom of their spoons, small enough to swallow, yet no one ever mentioned it, neither looking up nor into each other’s eyes for fear of feeding the hunger that held them there.
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