January 2012
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RECORD by Katrina Vandenberg
Late night July, Minnesota, John asleep on the glassed-in porch, Bob Dylan quiet on a cassette you made from an album I got rid of soon after you died. Years later, I regret giving up your two boxes of vinyl, which I loved. Surely they were too awkward, too easily broken for people who loved music the way we did. But tonight I’m in the mood for ghosts, for sounds we hated: pop, scratch, hiss,...
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… you may in fact be reading these words on a digital e-book reader, or a...
– Mykle Hansen, I Was An Asshole. (via presidents)
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I listened to ringside suite and it summoned
the vague and wondrous glory of...
– John Darnielle (of The Mountain Goats), “Ringside Suite” excerpt via Last Plane To Jakarta
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December 2011
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To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The...
– Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via fuckyeahjeanettewinterson)
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And then I got to a point where I just started realizing that you just embrace...
– Matt Berninger (via desperatetoentertain)
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Breaking by Karen Schubert
“When I knocked the coffee cup from its ledge, and it broke into the shower, surrounding my feet with sharp pottery slipping along in the currents, I felt the way I’m always breaking something, a hand-thrown mug, a path, a promise. This life requires a map I can’t find, a gentleness I can’t feel, a surety I know only in these edges that keep me from stepping on a mess of my own making....
November 2011
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I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter...
– Haruki Murakami
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