December 2011
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"Dancing Towards Bethlehem" by Billy Collins
If there is only enough time in the final minutes of the twentieth century for one last dance I would like to be dancing it slowly with you,
say, in the ballroom of a seaside hotel. My palm would press into the small of your back as the past hundred years collapsed into a pile of mirrors or buttons or frivolous shoes,
just as the floor of the nineteenth century gave way and disappeared in...
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learning to thrill — wiz khalifa x...
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Last day at work, drunk
It’s my last day at work before the new year and we’ve been drinking Cava since 12:30. As everyone else is driving I’ve been given the final bottle to take home on the bus. It is open. I am the only one who has had a glass out of it. I may well be drinking it on the bus. Besides, we all know how much of a lady I can be.
I may already be drunk and so:
I have been posting smiley...
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Saying it without words
So this thing happened. I was just about to record a voice note on my iPhone to email a friend. I like sending voice recordings more than typing emails sometimes, I feel more relaxed, more myself somehow. I feel happy to just ramble on about this and about that and about silly things and serious things and forget what I was saying and have a giggle fit or say that I feel sad and sniffle a bit and...
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Science!
I’ve been doing some experiments and thought I should share the fruits of my labours with everyone. Turns out the more Guinness you drink in a pub the better at blowing smoke rings in said pub’s garden you get, even if you’ve never tried blowing smoke rings before. However, it also appears that blowing good smoke rings in a pub garden in the rain is really difficult. I have...
"Only poetry isn't shit."
Roberto Bolaño, 2666
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"Those Of Us Who Think We Know" by Stephen Dunn
Those of us who think we know the same secrets are silent together most of the time, for us there is eloquence in desire, and for a while when in love and exhausted it’s enough to nod like shy horses and come together in a quiet ceremony of tongues.
It’s in disappointment we look for words to convince us the spaces between stars are nothing to worry about, it’s when those...
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Shakespeare & Co. owner dies
mrmullin:
scribnerbooks:
“I wanted a bookstore because the book business is the business of life.” -George Whitman
The original “independent bookstore.”
Very sad. Shakespeare & Co. is an amazing stop off in Paris.
Oh no. :(
It’s an amazing, important place.
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Let me tell you a sad story
Once upon a time there was a girl, let’s call her Justine, who had a sensible blog about stuff like her writing. She was happy with her blog, though she neglected it from time to time.
One day her blog got hacked and the hosting company had to delete every file and every comment and every email and everything from the last four years.
So they did and she felt very, very sad.
The end.
Well,...
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Shipping Out – On The (Nearly Lethal) Comforts Of... →
essayist: A blast from the past by David Foster Wallace
“I have now seen sucrose beaches and water a very bright blue. I have seen an all-red leisure suit with flared lapels. I have smelled suntan lotion spread over 2,100 pounds of hot flesh. I have been addressed as “Mon” in three different nations. I have seen 500 upscale Americans dance the Electric Slide. I have seen sunsets that...
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Union Square - San Francisco, CA
Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM
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And they come there in great numbers shuffling into that mausoleum that was built for them like some monument to the slow death of their world and among those tokens and talismans of that faded empire they forage like scavengers their faces frozen in a rictus of worldweary their...
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Nuke it from orbit redux
I found out today that my web account got hacked and was suspended by my hosting provider and the only way they will unsuspend is if they delete everything. Every file. Every database. Every script. Every email in my account. Did I tell you that I always use webmail because I am a fucking idiot? No? I always use webmail because I am a fucking idiot. So that’s my “sensible” blog...