I’ll still never be able to get over the sudden success of Jimmy from Degrassi. What the fuck. What the FUCK.
Also I never heard this song unedited, and it’s one of those tracks that really sounds worse that way. I felt the same way about The-Dream’s “I Luv Your Girl” last year.
Also I need to quell the urge to make another year-end songs list. That took a lot out of me last time.
Demand me again what Kafka’s riddles mean,
For I am the penal colony’s prime scribe:
From solitary, firing against the tribe
Uncanny judgments ancient and unclean.
I am the officer flat on my own machine,
Priest of the one Law no despair can bribe,
On whom the mort-prongs hover to inscribe
‘I FELL IN LOVE’ . . O none of this foreseen,
Adulteries and divorces cold I judged
And strapped the tramps flat. Now the harrow trembles
Down, a strap snaps, I wave — out of control—
To you to change the legend has not budged
These years: make the machine grave on me (stumbles
Someone to latch the strap) ‘I MET MY SOUL.’
John Berryman
fmylife:
Today, I met a girl who’s the whole package: brains, beauty, shared interests, great personality, single, and into me. Too bad I married my bitchy, depressive high school girlfriend who said she’d kill herself if I didn’t. Sometimes, she still tells me she’ll do it if we divorce. I believe her. FML
It’s always so revealing to get an FML that so completely doesn’t belong on FML. It belongs in a room with a marriage counselor. This man has so much misery and his only way to express it is to exploit himself for a silly website, putting his story next to thousands of other miniature, quickly-forgotten humor-farts. Seriously, this isn’t even funny.
P.S. I once submitted a fake FML to see how popular it’d get and to feel like I’ve been published. It wasn’t accepted. FML
“The boundary between Self and Environment is a social con[struct]. In Western cultures this boundary is supposed to be sharp and distinct. The beard is an outward symbol of that boundary, a distancing technique. To shave off the beard (or any body hair) is to symbolically annihilate the (essentially specious) boundary separating Self from Other…”
From Charlene’s beard thesis. (via mjhoy)
I’m all for annihilating boundaries.
(via msodradek)
Oh, disagree. My beard is a cozy appendage that only brings me physically closer to those around me, in the same way the Jews feel their yarmulkas bring them closer to God. When I teach my beard to high-five, I will finally reach a oneness with humanity that exceeds Selves and Others.
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within that body.
-Jack Gilbert
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