January 2012
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Fable Telling How Night Invented Herself Out of...
nights I was afraid of the moon or spiders or the janitor who was always whistling I’d cross the long hall like a river, like Jordan in the song, toward the bed where my parents slept. I’d stand by my mother’s head for seconds though it seemed my whole life, perched at the hem of their paired breathing, the light from the double windows, moonlight woven through the oak, laced across...
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Joan of Arc to the $2,000-an-hour woman by Marty...
Jason would be saying, “Natalia is the greatest escort in the history of the world, as good as Cleopatra or Joan of Arc,” and I’d be like, “Jason! Joan of Arc was not an escort, she was a religious martyr.”
— New York Magazine, July 18, 2005
at least your pimp has a name, a neck you could put your two good hands around. he loves you like all men love what...
500 Years of Chicano History offered for FREE to... →
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velocicrafter:
Banned 500 Years of Chicano History offered free to AZ students by ABQ publisher
500 Years of Chicano History in Pictures, edited by Elizabeth Martinez and published by the SouthWest Organizing Project (SWOP), is included in a set of primarily Chicano and Native American books that have been banned by the Tucson Independent School District. The school district...
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Amy Rebecca Klein: The Last Thing I'll Ever Write... →
amyrebeccaklein:
So it’s kind of weird that people are now quoting me about hating Lana Del Rey. I don’t actually hate her, although I know a lot of people who do. Actually, I can count the number of people I hate on one hand—and none of them are pop stars.
The piece that I wrote about Lana Del Rey many months…
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“I bless the rains down in Africa.”
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes
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poemfull:
I wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. I hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. May the bouquet of your hips wither. May the wolves forget your name.
j. bradley
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Desperately Seeking Susan (1985)
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Russian Letter by John Yau
It is said, the past sticks to the present like glue, that we are flies struggling to pull free It is said, someone cannot change the clothes in which their soul was born. I, however, would not go so far Nor am I Rembrandt, master of the black and green darkness, the hawk’s plumes as it shrieks down from the sky
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“I never learned Singlish
I cannot speak Taglish, but I have registered
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– from Ing Grish by John Yau
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Of Another Fashion: In 1966, after studying at the... →
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In 1966, after studying at the University of Hawaii for two years, my mom Sumiko Carroll (née Namihira) went to Tokyo, intending to enroll in a Japanese university. However, while in Tokyo, she read a 2-line ad in the Japan Times (an English language newspaper), seeking flight attendants for…
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Why "Yes, But" is the Wrong Response to Misogyny →
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Or, why Reddit is an awful place.
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“People will often cry gross over-intellectualisation when popular culture is...”
– Simon Pegg, ‘Nerd do well’ (via itscandidlycara)
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