July 2009
66 posts
Teenager sues Kindle. →
news.yahoo.com
(via mlekonight)
FUCK.YES.
For Harvey Levin
You, ashamed of your candle, proud of a profit that
leaked from the womb of your phosphorescent thunderstorm, are a
traitor. While young americans require a nudge towards responsible
mindfullness, you are most enamoured with the weakining of our helix,
like a lemon in a lake would make lemonade. Like the blood of an
orange could turn the tide into juice. Like a thimble of blood in the
mouth of a corpse could flood a heart into a rhthym renewed. You have
willingly taught future monarchs that the abbacus was a string of
seashells strung for their tinkle. That two plus two equals five. That
the word truth is spelled the same way as sometimes.
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HP pickup line #35 (dirty): Yeah, girls call me "Aguamenti". Everytime they hear my name, they get wet..
(via omgharrypotter)
“You want to be a writer? If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t do it. If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it. If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don’t do it. If it’s hard work just thinking about it, don’t do it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you’re not ready. Don’t be like so many writers, don’t be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don’t be dull, boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don’t add to that. Don’t do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness, suicide or murder, don’t do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There’s no other way. And there never was.”
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Charles Bukowski (via prettysmart) (via kneepits)
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I think when writers wait for the writing to come out of them by itself, they unknowingly waste a pivotal part of their creative potential. Some of the most gorgeous and valuable writing comes from wracking one’s brain for hours in front of a blank screen, typing and retyping until the words are perfectly tailored to perfection. Before this year I would always wait for inspiration to write, but I found myself only writing one or two poems in the course of many months because of it.
I realized that this is not how greatness begins. Mozart didn’t sit at his piano waiting for the notes to come to him, he painstakingly crafted and molded them over and over until he had created something incredible—even when he didn’t feel the spark of inspiration.
I will sit in front of the computer screen or at my desk for hours sometimes when I want to write. People who think of themselves as talented and give the credit to their inspiration may not pause to think that they are not giving credit to their own hard work— and the mental abyss they have crafted their poems out of.
I am not a talented writer. I just work really hard at this.
(via nomakeup)
Kristen is a liar. She’s as untalented as a ceiling fan is a hurricane. Quit with the modesty punk.
Occlumens BITCH
- shamrocknrollx: i think i killed a lot of people in my dreams last night
- shamrocknrollx: but yes. i was stabbing you in all different places
- shamrocknrollx: like slitting your throat
- shamrocknrollx: and you were not dying.
- shamrocknrollx: and i was sad because i loved you but we were both aware that there was something in you that needed to die
- shamrocknrollx: and you start slicing your own wrists
- BrianLBG: you are offish creeping me out
- BrianLBG: im reading OoTP now
- BrianLBG: so im clearly thinking you need some occlumency lessons
- shamrocknrollx: and then you are actually starting to die
- BrianLBG: before you start going nagini-on-arthur-weasley
- shamrocknrollx: and you have all these cuts
- shamrocknrollx: and we take you out into the rain
- BrianLBG: SECTUMSEMPRA BITCH BACK OFF
Where In The World Is Bryce Faulkner? →
slog.thestranger.com
Bryce Faulkner, 23, was preparing to come out to deeply religious family in Arkansas when his mother discovered his emails to his boyfriend, Travis who lives in Wisconsin. Bryce was given an ultimatum of being kicked out of his family and put out on the street or going into ex-gay therapy. Before Bryce disappeared his boyfriend Travis recieved one last phone call on June 15th and was crying uncontrollably saying, “You should have heard the mean and hateful things they said about me. They made me read out loud passages from the Bible.”
There’s a website, there’s a YouTube video, there’s more info here.
I’m not sure what to make of this case. Bryce Faulkner is 23 years-old; he’s not a minor, and presumably he could flee Arkansas—and a hateful family—like so many other gay and lesbian Arkansans have before him. But family ties are powerful things and threats of being cut off financially or emotionally have driven other gay men into quack “reparative therapy” programs.
[Reposted from Slog]
Hearing things like this really depresses me. It makes Proposition 8 and Don’t Ask Don’t Tell seem like minor issues in comparison. Having come from a tough situation myself, it’s a perspective slap in the face that other kids still have it a lot worse. And people wonder why I resent religion to the extent that I do. It makes us do crazy, evil things to our own children. I sold my soul on confirmation day to a bishop who won’t remember me, and all for a spot in this place I’ve never been. We’ve let them sew seeds of hatred between our bloodlines. Where is the humanity in that?
This is a sad and terrifying situation, Dia, and I certainly empathize with people who are put in situations like that, and it’s unquestionably wrong for religious people to think/feel/act that way.
However, I still do wonder why you (and many, many others) resent religion the way you do. I mean, while many religious people are on the wrong side of history on this one, it doesn’t mean that all religion is like this, or that religion hasn’t done lots of great things for humanity, too. To fit all religions and all religious people into this stereotype of ignorance & misguidedness is also an act of ignorance. I’m a deeply religious person who believes in equality & social justice & peace—and those beliefs come to me directly from my religion.
My resentment of religion stems from being raised to believe in a lie. I hated myself for years because of what the religion I was raised in taught me to believe. For the record, I was brought up Roman Catholic, and I still cannot escape feeling guilty for the mere act of existing sometimes. I think the why is fairly clear. The question is, does that make all religions evil? No, it does not. There are certainly good people and good intentions in most religions (we’ll leave out the Westboro Baptists). Let me put the emphasis on people. I believe there is a distinct difference between religion and faith.
Religion: a specific fundamental set of beliefs and practices generally agreed upon by a number of persons or sects.
Faith: belief that is not based on proof.
Faith to me is an inherent human need on par with food, water, and shelter. We need a reason. Religions seek to be that reason. God has a plan, the promise of heaven, reincarnation on a path of enlightenment. However, this need to believe in something is too often exploited. The problem is that religions tend to preach faith as fact. Now, you or I might believe in what we do to an extent that to us, it is fact. But they are not one in the same. One can be proved, the other cannot. We all raise our children to believe in what we do, and we pass down our values and morals that we hold dear. This can be done with or without religion.
I’ll return my emphasis to people. When our morals are based on ancient text, on people who lived long before us, the human factor gets lost in the generational translation. Religions become corrupted. This is why there are so many sects, why Christianity and numerous other religions keep getting reinvented. I resent religion as a whole because I got burned. I’ll refer you to my poem Face Down. I don’t resent the players involved. My parents are good, well-intentioned people. I do resent the system that continues to allow this to happen.
here we go again. :)
