November 2009
23 posts
“And as I am thy father’s son/
Will no one tell me what she sings?”
– Spam email. Found iambic octameter.
Streets
By Naomi Shihab Nye
A man leaves the world and the streets he lived on grow a little shorter.
One more window dark in this city, the figs on his branches will soften for birds.
If we stand quietly enough evenings there grows a whole company of us standing quietly together. overhead loud grackles are claiming their trees and the sky which sews and sews, tirelessly sewing, drops her purple hem....
Learning To Love You More →
This helped me heal a hurt that seemed insurmountable at the time.
\Song of the Day\ Mogwai - Terrific Speech (from...
“Stimulate your nether attacker. Get cauldron of intense love emotions!”
– Best Spam Email Subject Line Yet
\Song of the Day\ The Swell Season - In These Arms
\Song of the Day\ Glen Hansard & Markéta...
The Hollow Men
…. which always reminds me of November, and Mrs. Jones’ AP English IV class, and reading Heart of Darkness and making turnip effigies for Guy Fawkes Day, and generally being an angsty teenager who had time to read.
Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried...
\Song of the Day\ Super Mash Bros - I Fucking...
thumbswithhands:
anniemaggard:
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Weezer—Please Let Me Get What I...
Justin Vernon Talks About Hunting →
“The trouble with everything always is nothing’s just right… just to...”
– Mirah, “You’ve Gone Away Enough”
\Song of the Day\ Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta...
Things I Like No. 17
Hanes Men’s t-shirts. Grey. No tag and no pocket.
And no, there aren’t 16 things I like before this. But the next one will be 18.