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Sep 19

a 2500 year old alt lit poem by Sappho

a 2500 year old alt lit poem by Sappho

(Source: badweirdo)

scottmcclanahan:

BEST PISSING ON A GRAVE SCENE IN LITERATURE
"He was to urine what a wet nurse is to milk.  Drenched Drenka, bubbling spring, mother of moisture and overflow, surging, steaming Drenka, drinker of the juices of the human vine—sweetheart, rise up before you turn to dust, come back and be revived, oozing all your secretion…
'Stop what you are doing sir.  Stop now!'
But he was not finished.
'You are pissing on my mother's grave!'”

from Sabbath’s Theater by Phillip Roth

scottmcclanahan:

BEST PISSING ON A GRAVE SCENE IN LITERATURE

"He was to urine what a wet nurse is to milk.  Drenched Drenka, bubbling spring, mother of moisture and overflow, surging, steaming Drenka, drinker of the juices of the human vine—sweetheart, rise up before you turn to dust, come back and be revived, oozing all your secretion…

'Stop what you are doing sir.  Stop now!'

But he was not finished.

'You are pissing on my mother's grave!'”

from Sabbath’s Theater by Phillip Roth

“I believe in art. We can’t have truth, because truth is so difficult. But we can have beauty. My obsession is to give to you something different. When civilization ends, Greece, Egypt, India—the only thing that endures is art. A country that does not have art despairs. War is not beautiful. Banks are not beautiful. Architecture used to have a lot of style, not anymore. Religion is not beautiful. Politics is not beautiful. What is beautiful now? Tell me. What is beautiful now?” — Alejandro Jodorowsky (via thatlitsite)

(via scottmcclanahan)

no one close to me has died recently

nooneclosetomehasdiedrecently:



we drank your father’s jaeger
& you fell thru the kitchen table.

your sister had leukemia when she was little
& the whole family shaved their heads.

your mother put tabasco into her mich ultra
before she left and never came home.

your father is 6’ 5”, an ex-marine
who looks like fabio.

i see him around when i visit naples.
he always looks like he just finished crying.

we were at your house when the cops came.
i was smoking weed in your sister’s bedroom.
they were eating triple-Cs
& we were all drinking popov.

we ran out the back door
& thru your father’s garden
& hid behind the tallest bushes
as the flashlights spread themselves
around the yard.

the front door opened.
the flashlight disappeared.

no fences on that block to stop us sprinting.
the grass was wet & soaked thru my canvas shoes,
and we’d made it as far as the neighbor’s yard
when we heard your sister screaming.

in the orange paste of the street lights
the pills softened our legs
& willie said something
about kennedy’s voice.

we hid in dane webster’s backyard.
i still smoked camels then.

i can’t remember where i was when they told me.
i was in dane webster’s backyard
& then my mom was driving me to school.
we drove past your house.
your father was drinking a beer
& taking the trash to the curb.
he was crying & he waved at us.

i think braden died last night.
(tongue was chalk was pebbleskin.)
(voices raw meat & cigarette cellophane.)
mom, braden—

:::::::::::::::::::::::

picture the UM dorm building.
imagine how tall 10 stories are.
i’ve never seen the building—
still picture it like i did that morning.
my mom cried in the driver’s seat
& i grabbed the straps of my backpack & turned away.

picture you on the parking lot cement,
the splattering of your oncebody.

try to imagine it and only get
a view from hundreds of feet in the air
looking down on a spread version of you.
the colors of your clothes change sometimes
but otherwise it’s the same shot.

somebody somewhere knows
what 10 stories really did to you.
they picture it when they drive their kids to school.

no funeral.
your father held an open house.
my parents called me out of school,
to cook and clean for your aunts,
though it became everything
i snorted or swallowed holding
different people in
different hallways.
your friends—
i remember carl’s name and face
but that’s all i’ve retained of them.

no one saw your sister cry.
we were intruders.
she stared at us in the kitchen.
how could people say that said they were “sorry”
how could they be “sorry”
how could they know.

dane webster sang that green day song
& your father poured shots during the chorus.
some song about being 19 played on the radio boombox
& your sister unplugged it from the kitchen outlet.
amanda wrote freebird lyrics on her jeans.
i listened to fevers and mirrors on a discman.
your friends played stairway to heaven
on the turntable in your bedroom.

your sister and father moved out of that house
a few months later.
we used to drink quarts on the back patio
when it was abandoned.
we never talked about you.

:::::::::::::::::::::::

it’s been a decade now.
i’m 25 years old & i still write
& for the most part i’m doing ok.
i refuse the meds
& the therapy,
but i always have
& by now i’ve learned the patterns.
i lived with a girl for a couple of years
but that fell apart.
i left naples after high school.
your sister still lives there
& your father still lives there.

it’s been a decade now
& i’m 25 years old
& i’ve still never been able to process you—
what you were, & what happened,
& how much of me now
is how i saw you then.
i still take advice from a 19-year-old you,
even when i was 19
& moved to new york
& fell out of love
& wouldn’t have given advice to anyone.

it’s been a decade & i’m 25 &
i still cry & think about your face
at every funeral i attend.
even when we buried my aunt sue last year
& i listened to her daughter gasp for air
& her son gasp for air
& i listened to my mother gasp for air
& my grandmother gasp for air
& i listened to myself gasp for air,
i still thought about you.

i don’t know who you were.
i don’t know why i think about you.

i loved everything i thought you were
but everything was imaginary.

:::::::::::::::::::::::

no one lives in that neighborhood anymore.
jay costa died—sepsis from a tooth infection—
but i can’t remember if you ever met him.
troy goode died—stevens-johnson syndrome—
but i can’t remember if you ever met him.
zach kelly died—hanged himself in his parent’s house—
but i can’t remember if you ever met him.
amanda’s boyfriend trevor died—car wreck—
& nikki jiroux’s boyfriend died—bars overdose—
& nick from from evil e died—roxy overdose—
but i can’t remember if you ever met any of them.

i’m not ready for someone else to die
but i know it’s coming soon.

please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.
please don’t die yet.







x



braden ray,
september 1st 1985 - september 18th 2004

zooey ghostly,
september 18th 2014

 

click the play button above and listen to the reading of this, it’s really good

Pissy Baby

purplepiglit:

 

About: Sara Sutterlin is a Montreal based published writer and poet. Sutterlin has curated and edited a poetry anthology, WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE? which features 34 women writers (payhip.com/b/xDo6) and was published both in print and digitally. Sutterlin also makes and publishes zines; HARVEST SPOONS is a collaborative zine with essays on the importance of solidarity between women/female friendships (available on etsy) and PISSY BABY is a collection of poems and is available via LETTERS FROM BUMMER CAMP DISTRO. You can find more of Sutterlin’s work here: http://sorryexcuseforsorry.tumblr.com

Sep 18

dankland ask.fm

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I enjoy reading other people’s ask.fms, so I decided to try one out for myself — feel free to ask or comment whatever u want

http://ask.fm/cdankland

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a list of some other ask.fms out there:

Juliet Escoria
http://ask.fm/JulietEscoria

Megan Boyle
http://ask.fm/meganboyleliveblog

Stephen Michael McDowell
http://ask.fm/bttrcp

Spencer Madsen
http://ask.fm/spencer_madsen

Mira Gonzalez
http://ask.fm/miragonz

Victoria Trott 
http://ask.fm/vikowski

Stephen Tully Dierks
http://ask.fm/childishgambinosucks

James Ganas
http://ask.fm/jamesganas

Austin Islam
http://ask.fm/austincharcoal

Rachel Pattycake
http://ask.fm/RachelPattycakeBell

(Source: dankland)

Sep 17

Two Dollar Radio is one of my favorite indie presses & Otherppl w/ Brad Listi is one of my favorite podcasts
listen to the interview here

Two Dollar Radio is one of my favorite indie presses & Otherppl w/ Brad Listi is one of my favorite podcasts

listen to the interview here

Habbo Hotel

It was a messy and foggy morning when Steven Sillyperson logged onto 4chan.org and saw the picture of a dog photoshopped inside the foreskin of a human penis. Steven, who prefers gender neutral pronouns, saved the picture in their Dropbox folder titled reaction pics, and after spending twenty minutes reading a post about Elliot Rodgers, they started a Tinychat room and linked to it in their thread on /b/.

The sky felt gender neutral to Cher Littlebit while she browsed an area code hook up thread on /soc/. She ctrl+F’d “415” but didn’t receive any results. Simba, the orange ragamuffin, knocked over a vase before running out of her bedroom and hiding under a couch. Cher followed him out the room and laid down at eye level with him where they stared at one another. “What’s the matter with you?” she said but Simba had trouble understanding her because he mainly communicates through body language.

Steven smoked salvia alone in their room to an audience of twenty peers, and when they began to feel constrictions tense through their body, they came to the same, reoccurring thought, “I can not imagine anyone consenting to this.” In the middle of the terribly physical and violent yanking of Steven’s identity, they felt something familiar.

But does it really matter if things feel familiar to Steven,and I mean does this feel similar to you, this familiar feeling thing I mean?Just FYI, I don’t see any correlation to how Steven perceives themself to how someone like, for example, me can perceive themself. It’s hard for me to find the connections between the things happening around me, but we make connections with the people in our communities all the time anyway, and they affect the way we think about the things and people around us, just in case you weren’t paying attention this is what is currently happening.

Paul Nickleback, who had recently published Cher in his serialized magazine focused on culture and gender after their initial meeting at a book launch last month in San Mateo, who had just sent Cher one of many increasingly concerning text messages requesting nude photos, hadn’t left his home in a week following his termination from his job, and watched Steven on tinychat but lost interest halfway through, in the same familiar way he had lost interest in himself whenever long ago, it doesn’t really matter.

Eli recently began his job at NewHive.com and is otherkin. His Facebook news feed displays an article that matches his interests. Millions of dollars go towards an algorithm that ensures you only see the articles that are most relevant towards you. Humans are increasingly finding new ways to control and change the environment around them. Eli, on the other hand, identifies as a cat.

_
Theo Thimo

http://theothimo.tumblr.com/

A Feminist Response to “List Ten Books that Stayed with You Some Way”

genderassignment:

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A Completeness Ravished. A painting by my grandmother, Isota Tucker Epes about the life of Virginia Woolf

I noticed right away that a cool 80% of the books listed in the above mentioned Facebook challenge were by male authors. I taunted some for at least one woman’s name. A couple had two, even three. But for sure, none of the listings were all women, or even more than half. Just because.

I think it’s fair to say my grandmother was Virginia Woolf’s #1 fan, and later in her life, she dedicated her time to painting about her novels.  They were widely acknowledged as the product of someone totally dedicated to all angles, versions, historical accounts, and re-readings of Woolf’s divine puzzles.

She retired to a farmhouse at the end of a mile long road on Horn Harbor at the Chesapeake Bay. Gardenias the size of navel oranges hung in the front of the house, and in the back, figs as big as plums.There, all by herself, she raised goats and geese, painted, grew an organic garden, maintained the house almost single-handedly, and read all evening. 

When it was dark, it was pitch black and the water on the harbor came to an almost complete silence. By bright yellow mosquito lights, she read me Austen, the Bronte sisters, Sand, and Eliot. Her bookcases were overwhelmingly populated by women writers from Walker to Lispector, mostly Virginia Woolf in first and second editions and frayed everyday copies she could read for the umpteenth time.

I offer her up to the rest of us for a little balance. Since her last bookcase was broken down long ago, I asked a team of feminist artists and curators to write a list of ten books that stayed with them in some way, exclusively by women.  I link out to Abe’s Books (Amazon if I couldn’t find a match) so you could easily get a copy for yourself.

Miriam Schaer

Toni Morrison. Beloved, The Bluest Eye

 Mary Kelly and Sabine Breitwieser. Mary Kelly: Post-Partum Document

Joan Didion. The White Album

Judith Butler. Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity

Rebecca Solnit. The Far Away Near By

Alice Walker In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens

Jennie Klein and Myrel Chernick, Editors. The M Word: Real Mothers in Contemporary Art 

Adrienne Rich. Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution 

Jane Gross A Bittersweet Season: Caring for Our Aging Parents— and Ourselves

Lorelei Stewart

Doris Lessing. The Golden Notebook

Alice Munro. Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage

Jeanette Winterson. Oranges are Not the Only Fruit

Jeanette Winterson. Sexing the Cherry

Carson McCullers. Ballad of the Sad Cafe

Margaret Atwood. The Blind Assassin

Josephine Hart. Damage

Donna Tartt. The Little Friend

Claire Messud. The Last Life

Jhumpha Lahiri. The Namesake

Andrea Dworkin. Intercourse

Judith Warner. Perfect Madness

Helen Molesworth. Work Ethic

Linda Nochlin. Women, Art, and Power

Virginia Woolf. Mrs Dalloway, To the Lighthouse, Orlando, The Waves, A Room of One’s Own, Three Guineas

(Ack, I left off Hilary Mantel and Rebecca Solnit!)

Here’s just a few more:

Hilary Mantel. Bringing Up the Bodies

Hilary Mantel. Wolf Hall

Rebecca Solnit. Men Explain Things to Me

Irène Némirovsky. Suite Française

Zadie Smith. White Teeth

Sabina Ott

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

The Making of Americans by Gertrude Stein

I Love Dick by Chris Kraus

Aqua Viva by Clarice Lispector

The Passion of the New Eve by Angela Carter

House of Incest by Anais Nin

Bloodchild and Other Stories by Octavia Butler

The White Album by Joan Didion

The Sea,  The Sea by Iris Murdoch

Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor

I Love To You by Luce Irigaray

Syncope by Catherine Clement

The Lover by Marguerite Duras

Tales of Love by Julia Kristeva

The Blazing World by Suri Hustvedt

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes

and, of course- Lalleshwari (1320–1392) the great Kashmiri saint-poetess.

Jennifer Reeder

Great Expectations: Kathy Acker

Play it as it Lays: Joan Didion

No one belongs here more than you: Miranda July

The Bell Jar: Sylvia Plath

Little Women: Louisa May Alcott

Dawn: Octavia Butler

Between Our Selves: Audre Lorde

Collected Short Stories: Flannery O’Connor

Collected Short Stories: Alice Munro

Wayward Girls and Wicked Women: Angela Carter (editor)

To Kill a Mockingbird: Nell Harper Lee

Jessica Cochran

Ann M. Montgomery. Anne of Green Gables

Beverly Cleary. Ramona the Pest

Ann McGovern.Shark Lady, True Adventures of Eugenie Clark

Janet Frame. “Prizes” (short story)

Joan Didion. Blue Nights

Patti Smith. Just Kids

Sherli Heti. How Should a Person Be

Zadie Smith. NW

Susan Buck-Morss. Hegel, Haiti, and Universal History

Zora Neal Hurston. Their Eyes Were Watching God

Pamela M. Lee. Forgetting the Art World

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Anna Akhmatova, Herstory. By Isota Tucker Epes.

Top 10 Flirting Tips as Determined by a Bar of Soap
                Wow I’m a bar of soap. It is easy for me to get close to people. For you it is a little harder. Maybe you are crushing pretty hard on the person sitting across from you on the bus, in the subway, or anywhere really. You have no idea how to break the ice. Later on you do some weird ‘missed connections’ thing where you creep out pretty hard. 
                I am here to tell you it does not need to be that way. There are lots of cool hip ways to attract the eye of that special someone. As a bar of soap I am privy to a lot of sensitive information about people. While people hang out in the shower getting their bodies all soapy and fresh for another day, they tell me their innermost secrets. 
                Below are some great ways to talk to that potential special someone. Hopefully these help you in your quest for love and friendship. 
1.       Wow you look so fresh! What kind of bar of soap do you use? – this is a sure fire way to start any conversation on the right foot. They will be impressed by your uncanny ability to tell that they bathe regularly. Of course the main caveat of this is if they use body wash. If they use body wash end the conversation with them; anybody who uses body wash is an apostate of Satan.
2.       Compliment their hat – say things like “boy that’s a swell hat” and “I hope I can learn more about what goes on beneath that hat, in your head region where you make all those thoughts in your idea-maker”. If they do not have a hat make sure to always carry a hat with you and place it on their head before talking to them. That way you can be cute, quirky, and may even potentially strike up conversation with someone curious about why you are walking around with a hat in hand.
3.       Talk about the weather – such an obvious one but it is important to talk about the weather. If there is a tornado try to invite them back to your place and say “oh my goodness that tornado is coming right towards us! Want to come back to my place? I have Uno.” Note for this to work make sure you always have a Uno deck in your tornado shelter thing.
4.       Mention your fondness for staying hydrated – lots of people forget that they need to be properly hydrated in order to survive. Individuals all across the world enjoy the refreshing taste of water and water-based drinks. After you mention your hydration needs you’ll realize how much the two of you have in common. As a bar of soap I can attest to the need for the right amount of hydration.
5.       Ask them about their favorite brand of air conditioner – a surprisingly large amount of deep meaningful conversation comes up from a simple inquiry about air conditioning. Usually the favorite air conditioner is “Friedrich’s” as it has a famous slogan “Friedrich’s – it’s cool for you!” Whether or not they pick Friedrich’s is irrelevant. Since it is an unusual question they won’t even suspect that you are flirting with them. Mostly likely they will find you pretty weird.
6.       Sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” to them – everybody on Planet Earth knows this song. Queen could have conquered the universe with their song-writing abilities but they opted to stick with Earth. Anybody who does not know the lyrics to “Bohemian Rhapsody” is a total weirdo and should be avoided. Like, who doesn’t know the lyrics to “Bohemian Rhapsody”? I’m an inanimate bar of soap and I know the lyrics to “Bohemian Rhapsody”.
7.       Look down at their feet and compliment whatever you see – if they are not wearing shoes mention how foot-like their feet look. In the likely chance that they are wearing footwear ask them how much they enjoy having the soles of their feet protected from the ground by a thin layer of whatever their footwear is made out of. People are into feet and often spend most of their time on their feet.
8.       Talk about your experience living on Earth – people like a good story so mention one of the stories you accumulated from your time living on Earth. Make sure to keep it relatively funny, a bit weird, and inoffensive. Offensive stories work poorly with total strangers, typically.
9.       Explain your online social media experience – since people spend so much time online forward examples of your online work before even speaking to them to give them a sense of who you really are. As a bar of soap I have a Twitter account, a Facebook account, an Instagram account, and an old Myspace page from when I was in High School. Because you are most likely a human being and not a bar of soap you probably have even more social media accounts.
10.   Stare deeply into their eyes and say something that could be taken as being profound and/or funny – keeping things relatively hard to decipher means that you can go towards either approach depending on what they are into.
Hope this helps you find a friend and maybe even that special someone. I am rooting for you. I am a bar of soap!
_Beach Sloth
http://beachsloth.blogspot.com/

Top 10 Flirting Tips as Determined by a Bar of Soap

                Wow I’m a bar of soap. It is easy for me to get close to people. For you it is a little harder. Maybe you are crushing pretty hard on the person sitting across from you on the bus, in the subway, or anywhere really. You have no idea how to break the ice. Later on you do some weird ‘missed connections’ thing where you creep out pretty hard. 

                I am here to tell you it does not need to be that way. There are lots of cool hip ways to attract the eye of that special someone. As a bar of soap I am privy to a lot of sensitive information about people. While people hang out in the shower getting their bodies all soapy and fresh for another day, they tell me their innermost secrets. 

                Below are some great ways to talk to that potential special someone. Hopefully these help you in your quest for love and friendship. 

1.       Wow you look so fresh! What kind of bar of soap do you use? – this is a sure fire way to start any conversation on the right foot. They will be impressed by your uncanny ability to tell that they bathe regularly. Of course the main caveat of this is if they use body wash. If they use body wash end the conversation with them; anybody who uses body wash is an apostate of Satan.

2.       Compliment their hat – say things like “boy that’s a swell hat” and “I hope I can learn more about what goes on beneath that hat, in your head region where you make all those thoughts in your idea-maker”. If they do not have a hat make sure to always carry a hat with you and place it on their head before talking to them. That way you can be cute, quirky, and may even potentially strike up conversation with someone curious about why you are walking around with a hat in hand.

3.       Talk about the weather – such an obvious one but it is important to talk about the weather. If there is a tornado try to invite them back to your place and say “oh my goodness that tornado is coming right towards us! Want to come back to my place? I have Uno.” Note for this to work make sure you always have a Uno deck in your tornado shelter thing.

4.       Mention your fondness for staying hydrated – lots of people forget that they need to be properly hydrated in order to survive. Individuals all across the world enjoy the refreshing taste of water and water-based drinks. After you mention your hydration needs you’ll realize how much the two of you have in common. As a bar of soap I can attest to the need for the right amount of hydration.

5.       Ask them about their favorite brand of air conditioner – a surprisingly large amount of deep meaningful conversation comes up from a simple inquiry about air conditioning. Usually the favorite air conditioner is “Friedrich’s” as it has a famous slogan “Friedrich’s – it’s cool for you!” Whether or not they pick Friedrich’s is irrelevant. Since it is an unusual question they won’t even suspect that you are flirting with them. Mostly likely they will find you pretty weird.

6.       Sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” to them – everybody on Planet Earth knows this song. Queen could have conquered the universe with their song-writing abilities but they opted to stick with Earth. Anybody who does not know the lyrics to “Bohemian Rhapsody” is a total weirdo and should be avoided. Like, who doesn’t know the lyrics to “Bohemian Rhapsody”? I’m an inanimate bar of soap and I know the lyrics to “Bohemian Rhapsody”.

7.       Look down at their feet and compliment whatever you see – if they are not wearing shoes mention how foot-like their feet look. In the likely chance that they are wearing footwear ask them how much they enjoy having the soles of their feet protected from the ground by a thin layer of whatever their footwear is made out of. People are into feet and often spend most of their time on their feet.

8.       Talk about your experience living on Earth – people like a good story so mention one of the stories you accumulated from your time living on Earth. Make sure to keep it relatively funny, a bit weird, and inoffensive. Offensive stories work poorly with total strangers, typically.

9.       Explain your online social media experience – since people spend so much time online forward examples of your online work before even speaking to them to give them a sense of who you really are. As a bar of soap I have a Twitter account, a Facebook account, an Instagram account, and an old Myspace page from when I was in High School. Because you are most likely a human being and not a bar of soap you probably have even more social media accounts.

10.   Stare deeply into their eyes and say something that could be taken as being profound and/or funny – keeping things relatively hard to decipher means that you can go towards either approach depending on what they are into.

Hope this helps you find a friend and maybe even that special someone. I am rooting for you. I am a bar of soap!

_
Beach Sloth

http://beachsloth.blogspot.com/

(Source: beachsloth)