Hemingway's Blonde Jokes (via McSweeney's)
Q. Why was the blonde staring at the frozen orange juice container? A. The container brought to mind the Sunday breakfasts with her mother in the days before she took her life. - - Q. How many blondes does it take to change a light bulb? A. Margot preferred darkness. - - Q. How can you tell if a blonde has been using your typewriter? A. The nicotine-stained keys and dried tears. - - Q....
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness,...– Pablo Neruda (via frenchtwist & yama-bato)
Mr. Cogito and the Imagination – Zbigniew Herbert
1 Mr Cogito never trusted tricks of the imagination the piano at the top of the Alps played false concerts for him he didn’t appreciate labyrinths the Sphinx filled him with loathing he lived in a house with no basement without mirrors or dialectics jungles of tangled images were not his home he would rarely soar on the wings of a metaphor and then he fell like Icarus into the embrace...
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Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small Can we ever get away from the...– Arcade Fire - Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)
Young Hearted (by Dustin Molina)
Arcade Fire perform “Sprawl II” on SNL.
So you Want to Get a PhD in the Humanities
pledgeallegiancetothesun: “Why do you paint? For exactly the same reason I breathe. That’s not an answer. There isn’t any answer. How long hasn’t there been any answer? As long as I can remember. And how long have you written? As long as I can remember. I mean poetry. So do I.”” — e.e. cummings (via therocktoyourbottom)
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.– Percy Bysshe Shelley (via libraryland)
crashinglybeautiful: You spend so much of your time expecting to become someone else always someone who will be different someone to whom a moment whatever moment it may be at last has come and who has been met and transformed into no longer being you and so has forgotten you meanwhile in your life you hardly notice the world around you lights changing sirens dying along the buildings your eyes...
Thomas Merton on becoming the poet that you were...
crashinglybeautiful: Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. They never get around to being the particular poet or the particular monk they are intended to be by God. They never become the man or the artist who is called for by all the circumstances of their individual lives. They waste their years in vain...
It would be as unfair to complain of the Devil for acting ill, as of a watch for...– Percy Shelley, “On the Devil, and Devils,” The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Vol. VII, p. 95.