bait and switch

Silver Jews - How Can I Love You If You Won’t Lie Down? Time...

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:41:45 -0500

Silver Jews - How Can I Love You If You Won’t Lie Down?

Time is
a game only
children play well

the thumb by peter schneider

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 08:19:53 -0500

In a nanosecond David lost his thumb,
the one his mother painted
with pine pitch when he was four
to keep him from forever sucking it.
Unable to distinguish human flesh
the McCormick silo filler
sliced it off—
nail, bone, knuckle—
and blew it skyward
an ounce of humanity
in a thousand tons of silage.

Taken by surprise
David suppressed the truth.
Before the rush of blood
he held up the stump
saw the clean cut
grey bone marrow visible
and thrust it in his mouth
where the memory
of childhood security lay.
Then he swore,
tears rushing to his eyes, and ran
holding the stump with his good hand
blood oozing between his fingers.

Joe, a huge bulk of a man
and a constant neighbor,
jumped from his wagon
caught David like a child
held him to his chest
not intimidated by blood
or the tears of a grown man.

i am posting this as a reminder to billy dalto about how large and in charge he is living it

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:25:50 -0400

i am posting this as a reminder to billy dalto about how large and in charge he is living it:

all great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 10:43:56 -0400

albert camus

Terrible Poetry Jokes

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 16:03:08 -0400

Terrible Poetry Jokes:

A horse walks into a bar where Walt Whitman and Ezra Pound are drinking.

BARTENDER (to horse): Why the long face?

WHITMAN (to everyone): I, too, am a horse.

POUND (to Whitman): Shut the fuck up.

—mcsweeneys

felice brothers: radio song

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 20:38:38 -0400

felice brothers: radio song

"Sometimes I have to remind Sacagawea that the “B” in my name stands for “Bitch, pleez” when she..."

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 09:53:42 -0400

“Sometimes I have to remind Sacagawea that the “B” in my name stands for “Bitch, pleez” when she starts to get on my nerves about being the leader, or tries to impress me with her long brown hair (which is clearly a weave).”

- McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Susan B. Anthony and Sacagawea’s Guide to a Bitchin’ Girl’s Night Out.

Written by my friend, the very pretty Julia and her not as pretty boyfriend Jim…go read it you hobos, it’s funny.

(via fletter)

i am julia and i hope one day to have as pretty hair as shaun does.

Photo

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 13:41:45 -0400

The Dandy Warhols - The Last High (via...

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 10:54:29 -0400

The Dandy Warhols - The Last High (via hipsterdiet:echolot)

"I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else...."

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 10:46:09 -0400

“I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.”

- Mark Rothko (via tiffanyhoran)

if you can't explain your ideas to your grandmother in terms that she understands, you don't know your subject well enough.

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 16:31:13 -0400

—matthew frederick

I think this is a good bit of advice, because it is hard for me to explian things to my grandmother. Mostly, because she is dead.

thebrewerpatriot: This sign is on the inside of one of the...

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 12:48:23 -0400

thebrewerpatriot:

This sign is on the inside of one of the bathroom stalls at my office. Whilst using the facilities, I noticed two things: 1) the unnecessary question mark and 2) the unnecessary use of the “(s)” after the word “hand”. Thanks, office person, for making the sign relatable to all the one-handed people that work here, of which there are none.

“The Boy In The Bubble,” Paul Simon. (via peterfeld)

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 20:43:24 -0400

“The Boy In The Bubble,” Paul Simon. (via peterfeld)

Apology by Jason Whitmarsh

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:20:40 -0400

That last love poem I gave you, I want to apologize for that. It was
crudely put and several of the metaphors leaned too heavily on sea
life. I love you so much more than that. The best pan of the poem
was the beginning, and that had nothing to do with you, or me,
or how much either of us loves each other. It was just a line from
another, better poem. Most of the poem sounds defensive, like I’ve
been accused of not loving you, or you of not loving me. Not that
I think I don’t love you, or you me. I don’t. Still, one could read a
poem by someone else and it’d seem more authentic—you’d be more
likely to think that poem was dedicated to you, I mean, than to think
mine was. One could even argue, too, that by studiously avoiding
your name or any identifying traits, I was making this poem fit for
more than one person, like women in general, or a second wife, or
your very attractive sister.

"If you look through your camera and see an image you’ve seen before, don’t click the shutter."

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:46:02 -0400

“If you look through your camera and see an image you’ve seen before, don’t click the shutter.”

- Alexey Brodovitch (via claytoncubitt)

what did one lesbian artist say to the other lesbian artist?

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 11:43:28 -0400

didn’t i see you at my opening?

Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often.

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 09:33:39 -0400

mae west

"Basically, I’m afraid of everything in life, except filmmaking."

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 11:28:25 -0400

““Basically, I’m afraid of everything in life, except filmmaking.””

- lars von trier

continuing in the series “catherine as taken by catherine...

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 10:14:28 -0400

continuing in the series “catherine as taken by catherine so that catherine can be sure catherine knows what catherine looks like when catherine is using my computer”

in this one i can only assume that the computer had annoyed her

the quiet one: the biggest loves there were other things to...

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 09:58:22 -0400

the quiet one: the biggest loves

there were other things to write about