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unkemptly:

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Posted at July 28, 2014 14:00:40 | Notes: 2871
I know that you have devoted your life to language, but do you truly feel words? Do you catch your breath on stanzas, or choke on alliteration? Have you ever swallowed books whole, consumed their every syllable in one bite? Have words ever filled you with an immense, shaking brave? Have they ever caused you lovesickness, or the feeling that everything is crashing down? Have you ever written anyone a love poem? If so, did you compare them to a quiet bubbling brook, or an undiscovered nebula, dark and far away and dangerous? Do you know what the word Quiescent means? It is a quiet, soft-spoken soul. Does this remind you of yourself, or would you use your words to shout out against indecency and unfairness? Do you know how to pronounce each of the 50 Egyptian words for sand, or do they all come out sounding something like love? Can you see the transcripts written in-between your freckles? Do you understand why a group of ravens are called an unkindness, and why people are compared to oceans and homes? Have you ever felt the same sadness as Plath? Have you felt the strength of Atwood? Here’s a test - what is your first reaction to these names: Siken, Wilde, Sherl, Bronte, Whitman, Yeats, Neruda, Dickens, Cummings? Do you write on a typewriter? Or do you jot things onto scrap corners of paper and coffee shop napkins, cramming words together in your effort to get them down? Have you ever written about your biggest fear? Have you ever written about your greatest joy? Have you ever experienced a moment, knowing full well that words cannot do it justice? Do you feel too deeply? Do words fill your mind, coming out in the form of tears and blood and spilled ink? Do you suffer? Have you ever held words in your fist, and thrown them in someone’s face? I’ll ask again; do you suffer? When suffering, do you keep quiet, or do you turn to loved ones’ to ease your pain? How does it make you feel knowing that we all suffer, every single person? Now, how do you feel knowing that words can ease your suffering? Do you drink coffee, tea, or Diet Coke when writing? What is your prefered style of writing: poetry, prose, flash fiction, essay, or something else? Would you still write if no eyes ever saw your words? How does it make you feel that this is quite a possibility? How does it feel knowing that you are brave, and cowardly, and loving, and unkind? How does it make you feel knowing that writing about these things cannot change them? What is the most stripped-down, bare-hearted sentence you have ever written? Was it a confession of undying love, or burning hate?
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A Series of Questions for an English Major // Chelsea Jean 

Inspired by Two-Minute Personality Test by Jonathan Safran Foer

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Posted at July 28, 2014 10:59:58 | Notes: 131
Maybe who I was cannot be captured, only reminisced. All I know is that I’m my favorite me I’ve ever been.
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Posted at July 28, 2014 10:57:10 | Notes: 21

seawaterinmyveins:

Unbenannt

photography by Diggi Vitt

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Filed under: #visual #art
Posted at July 28, 2014 10:55:36 | Notes: 17

unbelievable-facts:

there’s a experimental project in Stockholm, Sweden where you can sign up to recieve a SMS if there is a cardiac arrest nearby (500 m), so you can get there before the ambulance and perform CPR. 9500 people have signed up, and they reach the location faster in 54% of the cases.

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Filed under: #intetesting
Posted at July 28, 2014 10:20:47 | Notes: 249
I know you’re just a rag doll now,
sewn together with memories that we might have had.
I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream
And don’t worry,
I know I don’t know you,
anymore.
--Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via lookingforsomeonewhocares)

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Filed under: #words #poetry
Posted at July 28, 2014 09:41:07 | Notes: 403
lieinrestlessecstasy asks:
FMK, SNM Macbeth characters.
 

fluxcapacitors:

evenghostandhorse:

fluxcapacitors:

at-the-pit-of-acheron:

fluxcapacitors:

I’m just going to do Thanes because there’s so many of them!

Fuck: Macbeth, Malcolm

Marry: Duncan, Banquo

Kill: Macduff (Sorry bro.)

Ummm why are we not fucking Boy Witch??

He’s not a Thane!

Why are we kiling Macduff?  If anyone, we should be killing Duncan, I mean come on I HAVE GIVEN SUCK AND KNOW HOW TENDER ‘TIS TO LOVE THE BABE THAT MILKS ME I WOULD WHILE IT WAS SMILING IN MY FACE HAVE PLUCKED MY NIPPLE FROM HIS BONELESS GUMS AND DASHED THE BRAINS OUT HAD I SO SWORN AS YOU HAVE DONE TO THIS is all I’m saying.

I think Duncan and I would get along well though because I too nap like 70% of the time

Posted at July 28, 2014 09:40:45 | Notes: 15

serpentunderit:

ntlive:

We’re wishing broken legs to all involved in tonight’s press performance of Medea at the National Theatre. We can’t wait for our 4 Sept broadcast!

Book now 

Here’s a sneak peek of what’s in store…

Probably one of the most visually exciting productions I’ve seen. 

Filed under: #screaming #theater #visual #art #set design #medea #mmmmm
Posted at July 28, 2014 09:30:33 | Notes: 46

fruitgod:

Glow x

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Filed under: #visual
Posted at July 28, 2014 09:25:45 | Notes: 196355

the secret history meme:  [2/5] quotes

↳ Chapter 2, pg 100

There is a recurrent scene from those dinners that surfaces again and again, like an obsessive undercurrent in a dream. Julian, at the head of the long table, rises to his feet and lifts his wineglass. “Live forever,” he says.

And the rest of us rise too, and clink our glasses across the table, like an army regiment crossing sabres: Henry and Bunny, Charles and Francis, Camilla and I. “Live forever,” we chorus, throwing our glasses back in unison.

And always, always that same toast. Live forever.

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Filed under: #visual #words #the secret history #things i love
Posted at July 28, 2014 04:17:57 | Notes: 160

saatchiart:

pleoros:

Maurice Sapiro

Maurice Sapiro on Saatchi Art

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Posted at July 28, 2014 04:16:07 | Notes: 2032

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Posted at July 27, 2014 22:59:14 | Notes: 2858

broadwaygeneposts:

Faust

Thank you drinkthehalo for mentioning  Punchdrunk’s Faust DVD in your blog.  I didnt know it existed.  While I have yet to find the DVD, I did find this video.  I would have loved to have seen this show!

Posted at July 27, 2014 22:58:44 | Notes: 13

You plead not guilty to all charges again.
You forget that most of last year is still rotten in my mouth.
You forget I can still taste the chalk outlines
under my tongue in the mornings.
You forget that the caution tape still hangs across my bed
like a warning for anyone trying to save me.
You forget that crime scenes and home
smell the same to me these days.
Like smoke. Like metal. Like empty.

Your mouth is the burial ground and the battle field.
Most war zones avoid being loved
but these lips remember your bloody kind of sacred.
Your teeth are tombstones with the names unreadable.
Your teeth are tombstones with the dates scratched out.

You morphed my voice into a leaking faucet.
You pushed me into rooms with no way out.
You led me to corners with music boxes
that only played your name.
You strung together cobwebs and
shadows that whispered like you.
Like please and more and yes.
Like kiss me and don’t and again.

There aren’t as many ways to forget someone
as you think there are.
So I set my house on fire
until your footsteps are only smoke and charcoal.
So I almost forget not to stay as it burns.
So I stop picking up the phone.
So I leave town and change my name
and learn not to talk about the mistakes
I fell in love with.
About the monster I fed with my own skin.

--Crime Scenes & Left Over Love Affairs | Yasmin & Ramna (via inkywings)

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Filed under: #damn #words #poetry
Posted at July 27, 2014 22:56:12 | Notes: 415

fruitgod:

Glow x

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Filed under: #visual #art
Posted at July 27, 2014 18:00:57 | Notes: 70076