July 2011
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there is no place for the spirit:
the body rejects it and the wilderness hides it.
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June 2011
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i think of people in terms of frequency, like that of audio frequency. i measure them in hertz.
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more tumblr less time
I have, possibly detrimentally so, another tumblr. It is:
http://biszumkollaps.tumblr.com/
The name of the blog, “bis zum kollaps” translates from German as “until collapse” (fittingly), and the phrase is sourced from this song (how neo-modernist / postmodern of me).
Why? I wanted to be a stereotypical tumblr blogger (and as Patrick Bateman would say, “I just want...
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May 2011
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all personality is lost here. in other news:...
i’m going home. i outdrank myself some nights ago. not a drop is left, and i will dry my bones for the night. the third floor hallway stinks of tv dust, that kind of thick fuzz that floats into your head when the tube is lit and humming. smells like a culmination of selves, so many mixed without regard it almost smells of death. i often question the rot that I intuit hides beneath the...
November 2010
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Oversteps
Beauty, to me, is in something unfamiliar. We so often fetishize certain bodies, certain skins, certain ways of thinking. We so often preach equality and diversity but just as often fall into hypocrisy, rejecting that which is “otherly” and unfamiliar. It seems so unavoidable, and for the “others,” there is a hopeless void where culture stands, and indeed culture only...
'Continental Divide' by D. A. Powell →
Poetry is often overlooked, especially on tumblr. Since I can’t bring myself to post my own poetry, I will instead share a poem that really turned me on to D. A. Powell. The link above is a reading done by D. A. Powell. It’s a long poem, so click here to see the text.
October 2010
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July 2010
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June 2010
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the cosmos
I had a dream last night that Stephen Hawking found an easy way to colonize other places in the galaxy, which he subsequently took advantage of and immediately left earth for (as Carl Sagan would put it) the Cosmos.
May 2010
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March 2010
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quantum mechanics ruins lives
I believe my life is entirely dictated by quantum mechanics in the way that Erwin Schrödinger’s cat gedankenexperiment works. Everywhere I go I’m opening a new box, and by the simple virtue of my observance, everything goes to shit. Schrödinger, for those not familiar with his experiment, had (in the simplest way I can put it) a box with a cat in it and a vial of poison. Once the...
February 2010
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smells like... nihilism
I find that Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” despite being so well known, describes life so accurately (if not unintentionally): entirely urgent and yet nonsensical. Obviously the song is aimed at describing “teen spirit,” but is essentially holistic. The line “oh well, whatever, nevermind” defuses even a slight pursuit of meaning or ineffability in...
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tonight, tonight
Walking into the Capitol Centre Market, my ideal convenience grocery store, at 10:30pm left me with an oddly blogable moment. The murmur over their shitty speakers suddenly shifted to a bass-less rendering of Smashing Pumpkins’ “Tonight, tonight.” It was doubtlessly a nostalgic moment, as I recognized that exact moment of such immense solitary insignificance and the memory soaked...
January 2010
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October 2009
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karma for decaying organic matter
I foresee a future where, as I progress through each and every day, I will no longer feel that feeling of some “karmic interception” that will somehow save me with its “grace.” It is a feeling that I think keeps the sane as they are. To feel that, although all is terrifying, all will “magnificently” and “miraculously” get better. I call this a...
September 2009
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July 2009
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in bed afraid →
“It is true, though, that writers often think about how they are writers. Maybe that empowers them to live the writerly life.”
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gay aesthetic
I hate hate hate writing commentary. It is so unsophisticated and yet so pretentious.
“They were regular in being gay, they learned little things that are things in being gay, they learned many little things that are things in being gay, they were gay every day, they were regular, they were gay, they were gay the same length of time every day, they were gay, they were quite regularly...
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The mentally ill: "It's the least-valued set of... →
I’m always afraid someone will commit me, and I will be unable to do anything about it. This article isn’t about that, but it reminded me of that.
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