December 2011
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Additional Throw of the Year
Helen Frankenthaler died.
And that sucks.
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Keep and Throw of the Year
Throw of the Year: I want to throw my depression. This year has an incredible amount of casualties due to this unruly monster, and I’m going to forgive myself for them. Hopefully others can forgive me for them too. I’m excited, for the first time, to get back to Worcester, get my work done, and be apart of relationships that I’ve neglected all year. I throw all of the...
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Kate and Allie. It's a TV Show, I hear.
Sometimes I day dream when I have nothing better to do about driving west to Nevada or somewhere. We’ll make a CD or eighteen. And we’ll drink pop and eat from fast food joints. We’ll use polaroids but really they’re not cheap anymore, so we’ll use disposable cameras instead I like the way those pictures turn out, you know, like we’re characters in a old movie...
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leadingtone:
Tchaikovsky - Symphony No. 4 in F...
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Anonymous asked: No but honestly, you are beautiful with your shaved head. May I please have your telephone number so that I may ring you to inquire about a luncheon, perhaps?
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“Did you ever love someone so much that you can’t explain, but when...”
– The Milk Carton Kids, “Maybe It’s Time”
Helen Frankenthaler: Between Pollock and the...
wtfarthistory:
At age 83, one of the great Abstract Expresssionist / Color Field painters has died. Helen Frankenthaler worked as a painter, sculptor, print maker, and draftsman (draftswoman?) during one of the most vibrant periods in modern art history: the Postwar generation (post-WWII that is). I share today one of her great early masterpieces below
Helen Frankenthaler, Mountains and Sea,...
“…we need to go for walks, have a drink, fall in love with each other before we...”
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Neil Richards on the best scenario in which writers can collaborate with each other. (via unicornology)
ALEXANDRA AGAIN.
(via mollyreina)
I guess we’re ready to collaborate? GET ON IT.
LA JETEE
and the nightmares are back.
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Ode To Who?
Justin came on the radio last night, and my mom just didn’t understand the decibel level that this moment required especially since we were having a conversation of considerable depth and she would never comprehend that when Justin comes on the radio, that Clifton Terrace holds a moment of silence, or really just a moment of reverence, and let us just hold our hands to our chest to keep in...
tofindasilverlining:
Insignificance comes swiftly.
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Clarity Fails Me, Kate
I like your fury. It’s like the time I forgot the teapot on the stove, which is every time. Your anger whistles and it chirps and it yammers and shakes. And that time we were both ignorant baristas, and we were so confident about sticking it to the man, but in actuality we were just girls who really needed to pay rent. And the lattes were free.
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Haiku for Alexandra
mollyreina:
My beautiful girl
Our long drives are greatly loved
Complete soul sister
Third country enters the poetry war. Fear the Reina.
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Katherine, My Long-Lost Love
Maybe we were in love a hundred and fifty years ago. Maybe I was a poor farmer in the state of Louisiana which probably was a state by then? And maybe you were the daughter of a wealthier friend. And you pranced around with yellow jessamine in your hair which I was told as a young boy only grew in South Carolina. It’s the state flower. And maybe I saw you and I thought maybe one day I will...
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Dear Molly
The only imaginable afterlife I can possibly stir up is that of 27s and reds and the smell of your old couch, and your zen ashtrays and the jitters of over-caffienation. And the fear of catching an idea that I couldn’t hold onto long enough to write it down but it’s alright because you’ll hold on to it for me. And tomorrow let’s drive to the beach and we’ll be like...
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Dear Ex-Boyfriend
I thought about writing you today. Because, well, I don’t know why. Because you are my ex-boyfriend. Because you are six inches taller than me. Because you’re still a doof, and you’re still a tool, and you’re still a bag of Mary Poppins wonderment, filled with infinite douches, five hundred smirnoff ices (of the raspberry persuasion), twenty-six sweaty,...
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Elle est retrouvée! Quoi? - L'Eternité.: I won’t... →
natureofdust:
I won’t even attempt,
after such a tour de force,
to create a sonnet
that would do you any justice.
I’m a poet, but I rarely know it,
nor do I trust that Shakespeare himself
would not rise from his grave as I click “create post”
and smite me for shaming his artform
with my nouveau-whatever…
MOTHERFUCKER. She’s amazing.
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SONNET FOR KATE
I can’t even begin to explain how much resentment I have over my school work as of current. Because all I’d like to do is write poems in some verse, well, let’s attempt it, shall we? If I had picked another school elsewhere, the south, or west, ohio or wellesley, not that I applied, or could get in there, but say that I did, and found another friend, she would not be, nor he,...
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Katherine, when you find a line in a book or an essay or a poem article symphony quartet letter that resonates and you suddenly know clarity for even just a moment because there is somebody who could phrase that feeling that you couldn’t articulate quite as well as they did, perhaps it’s a combination of them and you and that very single moment that makes it all make sense for a...