“You must suffer. You must love and suffer–suffer for the one you love. Love makes effort for the loved one. She runs all through the night; she stays awake; she stains her feet with blood in order to meet her beloved.”
— St. Porphyrios
— St. Porphyrios
About patience and slowing down.
I’ve decided to publicize some poetry. But the poems will all be bad. That is the jepeordy (spelling?) category for this project. The poems will be like the shittier cereal version of the Lucky Charms of Gertrude Stein. erm. sexually. If there is brilliant poet who you want to be repackaged in…
IS THIS WHERE ‘TALON IN THE MOUTH’ CAME FROM?
T.S. Eliot, Notes Toward the Definition of Culture, p. 139
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“It is a truth universally acknowledged that Jane Austen will never be allowed to rest in peace but will instead, in perpetuity, act as a vague and grotesque figurehead who is required to comment on every social issue of the day, speak dialogue she never uttered, chase zombies, star in movies, breakdance, leap around Etsy, dabble in molecular gastronomy, inspire jewelry feuds, headline summer camps, appear on banknotes, and, occasionally, be sexy. Because WHAT IF JANE AUSTEN REWROTE ALL THE HOUSEMARTINS B-SIDES AND THEN THEY WERE ALL ILLUSTRATED LIKE VARGAS GIRLS AND THEN WE MADE THEM INTO TAROT CARDS AND THEN IT WAS A MUSIC VIDEO AND IT WENT VIRAL? WHAT IF THAT HAPPENED?
D.H. Lawrence was the worst artist.
shoulda paid off that loan
Little furry bastard.
— Dave Chappelle tells a Sacramento audience
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her bulgarian accent is my favorite thing. also, her name. of course.
Don’t cry any more. It’s okay, it’s okay. If you’ll keep crying, everything would burn out because your tears are flammable. Take a look around, it’s like a sea of flame as far as you can see.
— William Makepeace Thackeray in an essay on Jonathan Swift