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Metaphysical Poem
by Frank O’Hara
When do you want to go I’m not sure I want to go there where do you want to go any place I think I’d fall apart any place else well I’ll go if you really want to I don’t particularly care but you’ll fall apart any place else I can just go home I don’t really mind going there but I don’t want to force you to go there you won’t...
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we are adding to the length of our lives ; for life properly consists in...
– pluribus horis vivimus ; profecto enim vita vigilia est.
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Instead of just wearing lipstick to imitate a woman, Lindsay [Lohan] wore a...
– “Fedora” by Dayna Tortorici
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on the occasion of the full moon
some Schopenhauer for you (modified from the original – to fit your screen!):
Why has the sight of the full moon such a beneficent, quieting, and exalting effect?
Because the moon is an object of perception, but never of desire:
“The stars we yearn not after / delight us with their glory.” – Goethe
The moon stays aloof from all our earthly activities, it sees all while it takes part in...
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the sublime — a hopelessly jumbled philosophical notion that has had more than...
– Peter Schjeldahl
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At the Restaurant
Six people are too many people
and a public place the...
– (via marc4marc)
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On MetroNorth two thanksgivings ago
Crossing the river out of Manhattan on the afternoon of thanksgiving. There are many aboard the train but none without a seat. Charity is the currency of the day, which enables large groups to rub shoulders like family all throughout the city. Passing now: a recently renovated school by the tracks in the Bronx. Underground briefly again. Then out by 163rd Street. Old Brick factories, modernist...
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On MetroNorth
Passing the shambling midday souls as they traverse 125th, crossing the trellised steel of a moveable bridge that stretches leisurely across the body of water separating manhattan from the Bronx, passing parked cars and ancient stone embankments that wrap around the iron tracks as they stretch north into the suburbs and beyond them the country, passing structures suspended on concrete-clad steel...
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thinking about tumblr on feb 13 2013 at around ten...
follow this little thread to its end, piggy, before your attention gets obliterated and you forget what you got to reading in the first place. follow this thread to its hem, at the heel of the boot, where the images bleed back into words, at the bottom of the tumblr scroll – scroll past civilizations and desecrations and people being young again and young people discovering the past in bits and...
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Over and over again the photographer walks a few steps and peers, rather...
– From “Denver: A Photographic Survey of the Metropolitan Area,” by Robert Adams
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clearing out my tumblr drafts
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