June 2012
129 posts
“I’m like Godzilla. Men run from me. They flee. Not just Japanese men! All nationalities flee!!”
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“Watch out for intellect because it knows so much, it knows nothing & leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth”
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“Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humor? When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny. Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?” “I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at the things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.”
—Bill Watterson (via troubled)
“That’s nice to know… It gives one a feeling of solidarity, almost of continuity with the past, that sort of thing”
—Breakfast at Tiffany’s
“I came to explore the wreck
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed
the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.
This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold
I am she: I am he” —Adrienne Rich “Diving into the Wreck”
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed
the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.
This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold
I am she: I am he” —Adrienne Rich “Diving into the Wreck”
