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January 1st, 2009
12:11 am
You goddam ol' world, I just can't help loving you.
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December 29th, 2008
11:55 pm
Remember that time when everything was good? It was now.
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October 24th, 2008
02:29 pm
Dan: I was awakened by the TV I had left on...by a news story saying that the "socialist" label on Obama in Pennsylvania was sticking....
and it had redneck people really pissed about the idea that those who have "truly earned what they have" maybe having to give it to those who hadn't earned shit and a white lady said, "It's right out of the works of Marx!"
me: HAHAHA
Had she read Marx deeply?
Did she think she was talking about Groucho Marx?
Dan: And I woke up yelling at her that "It's right out of the works of Jesus!"
But if you say what Jesus said without actually saying he didn't say that or mean it, then you must hate "America." LOL I have never hated "America." I think I might like Belize and Guatemala.
It is just fine to quote Jesus in a Christian church on Sunday, as long as you explain that the written "word" really is just a record of the opposite of what he meant.
E.g., "feed the hungry"...he really meant "don't feed the hungry."
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October 11th, 2008
September 29th, 2008
03:30 pm - Question:
Am I being spammed? Who is this mystery nonsense commenter?
http://wittytim.livejournal.com/42241.html
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September 4th, 2008
06:40 pm - for ________
YES! YES!! YES!!!
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July 25th, 2008
09:58 am
Throw on your break lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia
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June 26th, 2008
01:21 am - Elephant Gun
If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide
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June 4th, 2008
04:28 pm
[W]hen there is real life behind a work of art, there is the power in it of lifting the spectator beyond himself and into some community of human experience which is beyond time and space; but this is a power which can only be tapped through a process which cannot be taught or entirely explained. I suspect, however, that at bottom it is simply a respect for life in all its forms. I read somewhere about a man who acquired a belief in God, or immortality, or the soul--they all mean approximately the same thing-- from watching a "wave" of migrating warblers, and I think I understand this perfectly. Once you really sense the life behind a mass movement like that, or behind a single bird, or behind a single human being, no matter how stupid or miserable, then you know that all the science in the world can never explain it, and you do not ask to have it explained. And implicit in all art, I think, is a respect for this mystery; it is a homage to the inexplicable.
--Amy Clampitt
The Letters of Amy Clampitt
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May 21st, 2008
04:42 am - um
it kind of feels cold behind my eyeballs? comments.
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May 6th, 2008
03:34 pm
(I know you: you're the one who's bent so low.
You hold me--I'm the riddled one--in bondage.
What word could burn as witness for us two?
You're my reality. I'm your mirage.)
--Paul Celan
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03:15 pm
The static electricity of erotic "shame" is a very discreet way of marking that two are not one. More vulgarly, aidos may materialize as an object or gesture. Here again the conventions of Greek vase-painting assist our understanding of poetic nuances. Erotic scenes on vases offer clear evidence that eros deferred or obstructed, rather than eros triumphant, is the favored subject. Pederastic vases frequently depict the following moment: a man touches a boy on chin and genitals (the customary gesture of erotic invitation), while the boy responds with the (equally customary) gesture of dissuasion, right arm turning away the man's hand from his chin. One vase has the inscribed dialogue: "Let me!" "Stop it!" This image of the two courtship gestures intersecting at a moment of impasse seems to summarize erotic experience for these painters. "Eros is often sweeter when he is being difficult" says a Hellenistic poet.
--Anne Carson
Eros the Bittersweet
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April 15th, 2008
11:06 am - click reload to refresh
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December 22nd, 2007
05:07 pm - me me meme
1. Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
2. Click random article again; that is your album name.
3. Click random article 12 more times; those are the tracks on your album.
Band Name: Stroud News & Journal [newpaper in Gloucestershire]
Album: New Data Seal (NDS) [block cipher that was designed at IBM in 1975, based on the algorithm that became DES]
1: Turtle Rock [there are several entries for this one]
2: Cochise Hall [dormitory at University of Arizona]
3: Giuseppe Gentile [a retired Italian triple jumper, who won a bronze medal at the 1968 Summer Olympics]
4: Cecilia [a novel by Frances Burney, set in 1779 and published in 1782]
5: Akasinula akasa [a small butterfly found in India]
6: Umberleigh [quaint little village in Devon, England]
7: Hygric Hallucination [a hallucination of a sensation of fluid, within a person's body or outside]
8: Naeem Murr [ British-born novelist and short story writer of Lebanese descent]
9: Jin-go-lo-ba [Song by Nigerian percussionist Babatunde Olatunji]
10: Sir William Lowther, 1st Baronet [an English landowner from Marske, Yorkshire]
11: Steve Long [a role-playing game author and one of the owners of Hero Games]
12: Quebec general election of 1919 [held on June 23, 1919 to elect members of the Legislative Assembly of the Province of Quebec, Canada]
I actually really, really like some of these song titles. My band's name is super nerdy but somehow cute. I can imagine the CD title being a real CD title for a pretentious indie rock band. Wait, is it redundant to say "pretentious indie rock band"?
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December 15th, 2007
11:48 pm - Gray Room
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
--Wallace Stevens
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11:47 pm - This is form gulping after formlessness
This is where the serpent lives, the bodiless.
His head is air. Beneath his tip at night
Eyes open and fix on us in every sky.
from "Auroras of Autumn"
by Wallace Stevens
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October 8th, 2007
12:19 am
if you want
a partial explanation of why
i am how i am:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=me8aQA0VlI8
i first listened to this song
about twelve years ago.
i havent stopped since.
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September 29th, 2007
01:23 pm
7.
I've found out why, that day, that suicide
From the Empire State falling on someone's car
Troubled you so; and why we quarrelled. War,
Illness, an accident, I can see (you cried)
But not this: what a bastard, not spring wide!
I said a man, life in his teeth, could care
Not much just whom he spat it on . . and far
Beyond my laugh we argued either side.
'One has a right not to be fallen on! . . .'
(Our second meeting . . yellow you were wearing.)
Voices of our resistance and desire!
Did I divine then I must shortly run
Crazy with need to fall on you, despairing?
Did you bolt so, before it caught, our fire?
--John Berryman
from Sonnets to Chris
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