“Why can’t we buy individual poems like we do songs? It’s an idea that’s long overdue. Architrave represents a new kind of periodical literature: poems printed as individual pages that allow readers to curate their own collection in the same way that music lovers create playlists.”
He’ll go back to the city When he’s ready though Only when he’s ready That place filled with too many cars And not enough sentiments Dancing lights And flower deliveries He’ll return soon enough
And we assume there are things made of wild Between the neurons of his brain But he’s stuffed them in Wooden drawers And we’ve guessed there’s a key That he can’t find Or, rather, won’t find
Some days he’s got A way of moving about That fucks with the wind A way of talking That challenges the simple word He’d be the one to catch your breath for you Running miles for the sake of the moon Making circles on his bedroom floor What’s he got to lose? No one knows.
So he’ll go back to the city And find words to match his heart And drums to match the beat I think he’s suffocating In this special way that he can’t describe Go back to the city, I’ll tell him Just go back.
And it’s okay if you forget To be nostalgic about pain Or about youth in general You’re not old enough to know who you are But not young enough to cry about it So just go back to the city Yes, go back to the city Maybe one day I’ll meet you there And we can be hopelessly hopeful Together
“What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.”—from Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson (via aequinoctium) (via poetbabble)
I saw footage of Gaddafi before he died. There are many things I need to say but I’ll save them for the morning. I am a little outraged and I don’t know if I’m justified in being outraged but I’ll explain this soon enough.
In other news, I had a really good night out with my friends. (Thank you, Rica. I love you)
so yeah i was stalking your fb and you are seriously the most beautiful person i've ever seen. i forget sometimes how beautiful you are and then i'm reminded just like that! anyways just telling you that so you know.
just gunna publish this on my blog in case any of my followers were wondering how i looked. yeah, guys, I’m actually really hot.
(loljkimanuglyfucker) But I’m really flattered. thank you. <3
maybe I should go to bed…. oh no, wait, nope, can’t do that. Why not? Oh you know, just the usual, people fucking with my feelings and stuff. Up all night thinking about someone I shouldn’t be thinking about.
I don’t think anyone understands how much energy it takes for me to stay sane during times like this. I am seriously losing everything inside of me- everything I was once sure of, everything I believed in, everything I loved….. where has it all gone?
IF YOU want a quick summary of the debt crisis, you can’t really do better than these short paragraphs from yesterday’s HSBC seminar.
Until 2008, asset values and levels of debt were determined by optimistic expectations about future growth which, in hindsight have proved wide of the mark. Even if a second recession is avoided, the evidence now strongly suggests that previous estimates of trend economic growth were too high. That, in turn, means that the collective financial claims on future income are probably too high, as they have been based on a previous, more optimistic, view of future levels of economic activity. It also means that those who took on debts in times past, fully expecting income gains to allow them to repay their creditors, are now in trouble.”
It’s all about doling out the pain. At the moment, it’s appearing in two ways; high unemployment and, for those in work, wage growth that has lagged behind inflation. A fall in living standards, in other words.