January 2012
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“The no-budget styling and inventive camera work by director Jacob Krupnick, and...”
– Thanks for the review, Adman. (via girlwalkallday)
Watchtheatlanticvideo:
Colbert calls Maurice “Mo” — Maurice calls Colbert an “idiot.”
thedailywhat:
In Case You Missed It of the Day: The second part of Stephen Colbert’s must-see sit-down with accidental-children’s-writer Maurice Sendak.
[colbertnation.]
See Also: Part 1.
This
In the title of my last poem, “They” refers to her cold hands. I wanted it to have a meaning before the poem, and a different meaning afterwards for the reader. Not sure how it comes across though.
Maybe I’ll change it to “Her Touch Felt Like Coming Home After The War” ?
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They Felt Like Coming Home After The War
rhapsodyingreen:
Unless there is a form of disconnect, I suspect my distance would not let you get the best of me.
Ringing piano notes bringing steady wars, brewing endless hopes.
Warm eyes glistening, could not listen as well as they could blink.
Cold fingers slipped into mine, were not as harmless as you’d think.
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They Felt Like Coming Home After The War
Unless there is a form of disconnect, I suspect my distance would not let you get the best of me.
Ringing piano notes bringing steady wars, brewing endless hopes.
Warm eyes glistening, could not listen as well as they could blink.
Cold fingers slipped into mine, were not as harmless as you’d think.
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Thank you whoever put up Earl Sweatshirt’s entire discography + feat. and remixes on Pirate Bay.
Sundance 2012 - Arm Short - Yahoo! →
opensetdc:
Check out some Sundance 2012 shorts on Yahoo.
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“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. (via libere)
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“Dropped” is about when I was 16 and in love for the first time with someone who loved me back. I was in a chinese restaurant with three of my closest guy friends, grabbing dinner before hanging out. She texted me saying she didn’t think we should see each other anymore. I didn’t tell anyone until the next day. And when I told people I always said “we” instead...
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Dropped
Practiced words, their sharp twitches of the tongue etched on her eyelids. At the moment she dialed my number, I was expelled into space. Her hand clenched in a fist around the phone. I swore I heard something, but I only saw a flashing screen. Her device was lifeless in her lap. Mine was floating away from me.
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Watchmyopenset:
More - Mark Osborne (by Paxton Hansard)
One of my favorite short films of all time. This is how you tell an interesting story.
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our eyes stumbled, and mouths opened. I guess that’s what they mean by ‘speakeasy.’
we went around hearing that if everyone had what we had, that ours was now somehow less. we finished each other’s breakfast meals before all warmth was lost. our waitress gave us the change we thought we were owed.
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Resolution
More film projects.
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There was a girl who believed everyone’s stories. Her lips lined silver blinking with every word. She committed these stories with walking and tying shoes.
Blues-camp soul singers, fast-lipped scat poets, and internet noise. It was love and lost.
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Hear Me
You’re not listening. Those sand paper hands that bring tissues and principle demands. We broke clocks when we should have broken bad. And yet, one by one, we were shocked to hear of tears, dried and weary. Your back, stiff and unwavering like the north side of South Dakota. Your voice, an Indiana breeze that turned a blade into two.
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“Creating work is your job. Waiting for opportunities in the entertainment...”
– Sage advice from Thomas Lennon (via balltillifall)
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“The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far...”
– Thomas Wolfe, God’s Lonely Man (via nickmiller)
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Attention
As she spoke, I did not know where her eyes were looking. Mine were fixated on all the pounding fists arising from her speech. She poured whispers out the window so they would scatter across highway lines. Roots sprung from their hiss. Never getting a chance to miss being underground, cold but uncomplicated. Liked but not loved.
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The Bar Stool Prophecies by Dennis DuBay II
Chronicling the past 12 months of my life, this book delves into my past, my present and the future. Drunken...
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Future Trips
I think I might take a week and road trip to Chicago once it starts getting warmer.
“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via honeyforthehomeless)
New Tour Dates and In-Studio Video
steadycraig:
Hey Everyone, I just got back from Austin, where we had a wonderful first show with the band that will be playing with me for the Clear Heart Full Eyes tour. It’s a great group of guys and the lineup is: Ricky Ray Jackson - Guitar/Pedal Steel Alex Livingstone- Bass James Stevens - Guitar Falcon Valdez - Drums The amazing Will Johnson was kind enough to join us for some backup...
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Earthquakes and Filaments
rhapsodyingreen:
Mercedes was a girl whose parents thought I looked like incandescent light. She thought I looked like highway driving through the night. We would try to curb this war with words that raised the moving floors. Her father was skilled with his hands but not his eyes. Her mother walked by as if guided by musical notes. She didn’t share either trait.
We collapsed from the weight...
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Earthquakes and Filaments
Mercedes was a girl whose parents thought I looked like incandescent light. She thought I looked like highway driving through the night. We would try to curb this war with words that raised the moving floors. Her father was skilled with his hands but not his eyes. Her mother walked by as if guided by musical notes. She didn’t share either trait.
We collapsed from the weight of a dream...
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Blink
there is a girl who makes you believe things you wouldn’t believe about yourself. she tells you as long as you will listen. she stops telling you, and she tells someone else. she asks you, “What’s wrong?” and you answer, “Nothing.” but nothing is the same.
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I smoked and watched Amelie for the first time. I have smoked before.
My roommate turned on 30 Rock while he microwaved dinner. He had a kfc bowl for lunch. He just changed it to evening news. Then again back to 30 Rock.
I told him I opened a bottle of wine because it was a birthday gift. I opened it because I wanted wine. I bought the bottle for someone else.
I resolve to read more of the...
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What a Waste
the truth is shown on your face while we embrace.
i cared until it mattered most.
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artismymelancholy asked: That's amazing... I myself would love to travel but I think i'd rather go by bike, maybe first a trip around europe than america. Thanks for answering btw :) I'm a fan
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boiling water takes too much fucking time, but i decided to feed twisted fate to fake visions.
there were heroes and believers in the beginning. tongues and cheeks were cut, chapters from the end. made up words dripped to the floor many times before.
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One Way
She hit fourteen blood green stop signs, and left none in reverse.
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“I begin to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught...”
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My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl
(via literarynerd)
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artismymelancholy asked: When you travel around, how do you do it? Do you stay in motels, drive, travel by train..?
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Complicated
If rules were simple, there wouldn’t be a bronze medal.
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hopehandwritten asked: I really want to hear more things about you, which is why I tagged you: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tagging back! :D
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Salvation Road
the road paid for my freedom— once i stopped believing in fairy tales— that was all i had left of my soles. born into the far opposite of slavery, when I wept, gold chains clattered to the ground three girls cried, but it had nothing to do with me. i was as free to the road as it was to see.