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slowing down heartbeats

wauw

...and find the scratches on our thighs from adventures through tall grass and sleep soundly at night.

our splendid failure to do the impossible

what if you loved everything you've ever put in brackets?
(in any sense/in every sense)

would you object?

words that were not mine (even this)

What are friends for, my mother asks.
A duty undone, visit missed,
casserole unbaked for sick Jane.
Someone has just made her bitter.

Nothing. They are for nothing, friends,
I think. All they do in the end-
they touch you. They fill you like music.

Rosellen Brown

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The River

The river I have under my tongue
Unimaginable water, my little boat,
And curtains lowered, let's speak.

Paul Eluard

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The Garden

Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
of a sort of emotional anemia.
And round about there is a rabble
Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.

In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.

She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
will commit that indiscretion.

Ezra Pound

improvise, hang loose, stay cool

I like the word "jubilee."

I called my auntie a day late to wish her a happy birthday but she didn't mind.

Delhi time and Daylight Savings time got me kind of confused.

Plus I just didn't remember in time.

Still, having a landline and the time to call is so nice.

So is cruising around with the windows down and Salt n Pepa slinging bad rhymes.

violence

My day today is full of Frantz Fanon arguing for a violent anti-colonial revolution and Robert Hemenway arguing that "Brer Rabbit exhibits the revolutionary consciousness necessary to survive in an oppressive system. He suggests that no order can be depended on for very long, that there are no certainties, that goodness may win this week but power the next. What is certain is the need to improvise, to hang loose, stay cool, avoid sticky situations, shun rigid interpretations of events. Brer Rabbit shows that anarchy undermines all systems which mask reality. His lessons inculcate a revolutionary consciousness because they teach that one never has to accept limitations on the self, that one can never be denied the radical possibilities of being human."


The Wretched of the Earth + Brer Rabbit stories.
I am in love with this.

seriously, yeah

i had a realization!

i am fed up with a lot of things in my life.
some of these things are my fault.
some of these things are things i let get out of hand.
some of these things just need perspective and i will try to love them again soon.

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this is the thing:

The World says

"You don't get to know anything"

and I think that is true so I say

"Ok, you too."


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except i think The World was lying and now look where i am. i was lying, too.


what to do what to do?




what are we waiting for what are we waiting for what are we waiting for what are we waiting for what are we waiting for what are we waiting for what are we waiting for what are we waiting for