April 2011
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In The Desert by Stephen Crane
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter — bitter,” he answered; “But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.”
February 2011
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January 2011
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November 2010
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NO BLASTERS!: My TSA Encounter →
noblasters:
“You don’t need to see his identification.”
On November 21, 2010, I was allowed to enter the U.S. through an airport security checkpoint without being x-rayed or touched by a TSA officer. This post explains how.
Edit: Minor edits for clarity. I have uploaded the audio and it is available
September 2010
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“It’s very dear to me, the issue of gay marriage. Or as I like to call it:...”
– Liz Feldman (via jennipoos) (via porncull) (via sexisnottheenemy)
“The man who is horrified at a woman’s “overly exposed” breasts will likely never...”
– With Great Cleavage Comes Great Responsibility | washingtoncitypaper.com (via curvesahead: fuckyeahchubbygirls: feelthemonster: nuditynotprudity) (via sexisnottheenemy)
August 2010
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You Are Jeff, by Richard Siken
1 There are two twins on motorbikes but one is farther up the road, beyond the hairpin turn, or just before it, depending on which twin you are in love with at the time. Do not choose sides yet. It is still to your advan- tage to remain impartial. Both motorbikes are shiny red and both boys have perfect teeth, dark hair, soft hands. The one in front will want to take you apart, and slowly. His...
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A Love Song, by William Carlos Williams
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily Against a smooth purple sky. There is no light— Only a honey-thick stain That drips from leaf to leaf And limb to limb Spoiling the colours Of the whole world. I am alone. The...
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I Go Back to May 1937, Sharon Olds
I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head, I see my mother with a few light books at her hip standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its sword-tips black in the May air, they are about to...
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Mon Semblable, Stephen Dunn
I like things my way every chance I get. A limit doesn’t exist
when it comes to that. But please, don’t confuse what I say with honesty.
Isn’t honesty the open yawn the unimaginable love more than truth?
Anonymous among strangers I look for those with hidden wings,
and for scars that those who once had wings can’t hide.
Though I know it’s unfair, I reveal myself one mask at a...
July 2010
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