February 2012
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“The Scaffold” by Fernando Pessoa Trans. Richard Zenith
The time I’ve spent dreaming— Years and years of my life! Ah, how much of my past Was only the false life Of a future I imagined!
Here on the bank of the river I grow calm for no reason. Its empty flowing mirrors, Cold and anonymous, The life I’ve lived in vain.
How little hope ever attains! What longing is worth the wait? Any...
December 2011
2 posts
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The Seahorse
“Mystery and miracle of secret waters, the seahorse gives its vertical gait, unique among ocean vertebrates, a lofty and rigid sadness, masking the strange suppleness with which, head suspended in the air as though freed of gravity, it winds its way through the algae.
“A surprising fact: giving birth is the male’s act. In the course of multiple and graceful embraces, the...
November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is ...
– T.S. Eliot
“Why, if the old Greeks had had this man, what trilogies of plays — what epics — would have been made out of him! How the rhapsodes would have recited him! How quickly that quaint tall form would have enter’d into the region where men vitalize gods, and gods divinify men! But Lincoln, his times, his death — great as any, any age — belong altogether to our...
August 2011
5 posts
thefuturistiswriting asked: By careful observation, it is evident to THE FUTURIST! that most of your posts picture people in a prone or horizontal position. Most seem near death. Is this a conscious decision or subconscious?
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AVE MARIA
Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies! get them out of the house so they won’t know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good for the body but what about the soul that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images and when you grow old as grow old as you must they...
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July 2011
10 posts
thefuturistiswriting asked: On an average day, what belongings/objects do you usually keep in the right side pocket of your trousers?
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
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Velveteen Rabbit
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long...
June 2011
13 posts
I’m moving things around and packing things up. Tucked inside envelopes within closets and drawers I find old letters, photographs, CD mixes, movie ticket stubs, each heavily laden with memories — some of them overwhelming, some just embarrassing. I read the essays I kept from college, the poems and stories I scrawled or carefully typed up, and cringe. I reread them and realize I have...
Leonard Bast
‘But was the dawn wonderful?’ asked Helen. With unforgettable sincerity he replied: ‘No.’ The word flew again like a pebble from a sling. Down toppled all that had seemed ignoble or literary in his talk, down toppled tiresome R.L.S. and the ‘love of the earth’ and his silk top-hat. In the presence of these women Leonard had arrived, and he spoke with a flow, an exultation, that he had...
Two reasons to wear Jack Purcells
Tomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world. Tomorrow you may...
– Henry Miller
The edge of knowing is jagged with regrets and mistakes, moments that may or may not have happened in the past, but threaten you still with the fear of moving forward or changing or living life the way you once imagined.
So you sit and wait for clear instruction whispered in your ear between television shows and memorized prayers as
you start to forget what it was that stirred inside your...
May 2011
3 posts
On Love and Other Difficulties
“At bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone.
“All companionship can consist only in the strengthening of two neighboring solitudes, whereas everything that one is wont to call giving oneself is by nature harmful to companionship: for when a person abandons himself, he is no longer...
Moses Herzog
“Resuming his self-examination, he admitted that he had been a bad husband — twice. Daisy, his first wife, he had treated miserably. Madeleine, his second, had tried to do him in. To his son and his daughter he was a loving but bad father. To his own parents he had been an ungrateful child. To his country, an indifferent citizen. To his brothers and his sister, affectionate but remote....
April 2011
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Lou Reed came to my box office window today. Yes, he was an asshole.
March 2011
10 posts
Following (by Matt Zoller Seitz)