Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Maintaining

“I’m not good at things like that: haircuts or oil changes or dentist visits. When I moved into my bungalow, I spent the first three months swaddled in blankets because I couldn’t deal with getting the gas turned on. It’s been turned off three times in the past few years, because sometimes I can’t quite bring myself to write a check. I have trouble maintaining.”
- Dark Places, Gillian Flynn

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Whisper




“What is it?” I said.
“I heard myself just then. Do you mind if I say ‘Fuck’?”
“No,” I said, then corrected myself: “Fuck no.”
- They Whisper, Robert Olen Butler

Keep Your Eyes on My Face

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Thick fog rolls in waves on the Golden Gate
I was checking my watch seven minutes in my shift
When I spot a black skirt on the rail,
Straddling the bar like it's a quarter a ride
She's scared to jump but terrified to stay
Walk to her slowly, extend my hand with a smile
And say, "Ma'am, how was your day? Keep your eyes on my face..."
- Cold War Kids

Friday, April 23, 2010

Remembering

Film still from The Assassination of Jesse James
“It is terrible how much has been forgotten, which is why, I suppose, remembering seems a holy thing.”
- The Red Tent, Anita Diamant

Lewd



“When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.”
- Tome Lehrer

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I Have Already Emptied Myself.

When they come to take us, stab them between the eyes
Do not take your hands from around mine
Make a fist with the other and punch spines like guilt
Spit (them or) kiss them like a grandmother
Howl open-mouthed, terror- and love-filled
And when they come to take us
To cut our hair and ask for your penance
Come from inside of us, say with me loud and trembling
But loud and clear:
I have already emptied myself

- Anis Mojgani

Friday, April 16, 2010

Feral

Fear - Wolveskeeper


“Michael resembled a dog in many ways: He could smell danger and he could smell wealth, he could stalk and quarry. He lived in the moment, for the here and now. He had gone through life without questioning much. The only time he ever felt connected was when he saw stray dogs. It happened in abandoned villages in France and in New York City, down by the docks. It was a weird, visceral connection, like seeing yourself in the mirror and recognizing yourself even though you’d looked different from how you’d imagined, all fangs and fur and fear.”
- The Third Angel, Alice Hoffman

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Folsom Prison Blues

When I was just a baby my mama told me, son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

- Johnny Cash

Friday, April 9, 2010

Stoopid Boy

The only good impression that I ever made
Was on my pillow
So screamin like a banshee in the cold
Is nothing new...

What's a stupid boy supposed to do?
I ask you, what's a stupid boy supposed to do?

- Kevin Tihista

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Rain Tonight

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Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
- Langston Hughs