— e.e. cummings (via thisisthen1ght)

“They say it’s 101 degrees today. Fine then, I’m drinking coffee and rolling cigarettes and looking out at the hot baked street and a lady just walked by wiggling it in tight white pants, and we are not dead yet.”

(via neverr via bulletholes)

coryschmitz:

1Q84 (by cory schmitz)

Made this cover last night after finishing reading the book. What a brilliant book.

300 pages in and I am still searching for the part of this book which is as brilliant as this cover design.

4

Says to himself
The boy is no good. The boy is just no good.
but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around 
to see if you could ever be ugly to him.
You, the now familiar whipping boy, but you’re beautiful,
he can feel the dogs licking his heart.
Who gets the whip and who gets the hoops of flame?
He hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
Desire driving his hands right into your body.
Hush, my sweet. These tornados are for you.
You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things.
You wanted to be in love
and he happened to get in the way.

Richard Siken, from A Primer for the Small Weird Loves

(Source: wanderingfound)

Crawly looked at the rain.
“No,” he said, sobering up. “I suppose not.” 

Good Omens

(Source: hoursago)

Outpost Journal Issue 01: Pittsburgh, PA

Cabinetlandia, east of Deming, New Mexico

There is not much to say about this one. Cabinetlandia is an art project, really; a small filing cabinet in the middle of nowhere holding a copy of every issue of Cabinet magazine. This is one of those things I want to see just to say I did. And maybe leave a token of myself behind.

Considering the interesting directions, arriving will be half the battle, but the internet should be able to help a little.

— “Laws are like a spider’s web; the small are entrapped, the great break through and escape“ — Solon of Athens (638 – 558 BC).

nevver:

Oliver Sacks

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

“The Laughing Heart” by Charles Bukowski

For the past four years, I’ve been working slowly but obsessively on a very odd project. Bit by bit I’ve dissected Obama’s self-read autobiography into thousands of very short phrases, usually one to ten words or so, and have used these snippets to tell a completely different story from the original. I’ve then set the story to music. The story is called Son Of Strelka, Son Of God. Broadly speaking, it tells the story of an ugly dog-faced demigod who recreates the world after it is destroyed. It’s about thirty minutes long, and lies in some weird grey area between audiobook and electronic music.

Really.

— The Art of Fiction No 71, The Paris Review (via fuckyeahjoandidion)