September 2011
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“I don’t let anyone touch me,” I finally said.
“Why not?”
Why not? Because I...”
– Janet Fitch, from: “White Oleander” (via art-of-drowning)
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“The head; the song; and the way to transcend.
The song and chance. The way...”
– Muriel Rukeyser, from “Orpheus” in Out of Silence (via proustitute)
“People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful...”
– Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry (via arreter)
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Lovers I Had & Liked, No. 39
alinapleskova:
Cy Twombly’s death in the news, & the same photograph from the Philadelphia Museum of Art accompanies most every article. Twombly’s room is shown just as I remember it, vacant save for a handful of his giant canvases. On the morning of the last time I was in that room, our wanting woke us up very early. The night before, half-dressed at your desk, I checked the forecast—...
