And among the smiles and laugher jaggedly permeating the room, an eerie stillness descended upon me; it became quite clear to me then, that everyone sitting there, gayly animated and seemingly at ease, were somewhere cold and alone, easily a thousand miles from one another.
Pandora Radio does not have Bass Communion. I am aghast with contempt and disapproval. For shame, Pandora, for being ignorant to such a spiritual and inter dimensional musical phenomenon such as Bass Communion; for shame.
Words loaf through the weary air
Exhausted after supporting the weight of the year;
Nearing the end, the grasp wavers
And momentarily vanishes
So that for a split second
The past, present and future come into view
And in a marvelous temporal landscape
Lucid and crystalline,
Into a light;
Outside space and time
It is forever visible,
Shining through the dim drape
Of the days, months, and years;
Within the warmth
That you have taught me
So on my Facebook today (what has become of me, oh god!) someone posted something that got under my skin, so to say. Paraphrased, they were saying how they hated people going off to faraway places, and upon returning home acting different, as if they are “better” than everyone. This was interesting because just today in my Literature discussion we were addressing the same exact issue.
Granted, of course I give a disapproving nod to anyone pretentious to think they are better than anyone else; this being said, there are sometimes extenuating circumstances of this occurrence, circumstances somewhat such as mine that make me somewhat uncomfortable reading that statement.
Some people are unfortunate in that they are raised in bad surroundings. Some people have pasts that are best left forgotten. Some people grow and mature and learn to deal with these issues in such a way that they are perhaps seen as different as they once were, and perhaps perceived as being under the notion that they “are better” than their former peers. I for one can say that college has changed me for the better, and I am blessed to have experienced so many new cultures as to help me reassess my life and values and to give me a tangible goal in life; and if I am no longer that young troubled punk as a result of this, then please forgive me.
I know that that statement was in no way directed at me, but it evoked some thought nonetheless. I completely agree that looking down upon others should be discouraged, and I understand (or I hope I do) what the speaker was attempting to convey. But I simply felt like throwing my two cents in here.
“Mr. Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs. Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty.”—Virginia Woolf
“Lily Briscoe watched her drifting into that strange no-man’s land where to follow people is impossible and yet their going inflicts such a chill on those who watch them that they always try at least to follow them with their eyes as one follows a fading ship until the sails have sunk beneath the horizon.”—Virginia Woolf
“Fill yourself up with the forsythias
and when the lilacs flower, stir them in too
with your blood and happiness and wretchedness,
the dark ground that seems to come with you.
Sluggish days. All obstacles overcome.
And if you say: ending or beginning, who knows,
then maybe—just maybe—the hours will carry you
into June, when the roses blow.”—Gottfried Benn, “Last Spring,” trans. Michael Hofmann (via proustitute)
“Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.”—Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal, 1949 (via proustitute)
“I’m going to ask you
for a moment
based on invisible birds
bring them to me
lay them down
there is always one moment
we need to return to
and everything with wings
is headed there.”—Cole Swensen, from “Please” (via ahuntersheart)