Bookshops are magical places.
A teenage boy stutters as he tries to explain to his professor father what the genre term ‘gay fiction’ involves and why he is browsing so near it. His father looks mystified at the sci-fi and graphic novel titles and wonders out loud what Buddha has to do with the comic industry. [...]
Archive for November, 2008
through the rain to the devil’s feet
Posted in half-way happy posts, musings, on being a bookbitch on November 30, 2008 | 3 Comments »
lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me
Posted in goodbye melbourne on November 27, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The days are rushing by faster and faster now and every one that closes at the shutting of my eyes is one day closer to leaving.
I woke up this morning and lay in bed, random images from the past four years flickering in and out of my mind’s eye. Moon River played in my head [...]
dreamings
Posted in half-way happy posts, musings on November 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Photo by venegas
Off the top of my head, an ever-growing list.
Things to do before I die. Or: Because climbing Mt. Everest is sooo yesterday.
1. Go to art school.
2. Get published.
3. Give birth.
4. Live in Istanbul.
5. Survive a really dangerous situation.
6. Teach high school English.
7. Date a poet.
8. Make something really big.
9. Wear a tuxedo.
10. Find [...]
if i fell in love with you, would you promise to be true?
Posted in musings on November 19, 2008 | 6 Comments »
While discussing a mutual friend’s partner, I said that some people should come with a caveat emptor, a buyer beware: goods severely damaged. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to say, but I’ve never professed to being a particularly nice person.
However, it got me thinking. ‘Let the buyer beware’. Maybe I was too hasty in [...]
details in the fabric
Posted in musings on November 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Hold your own,
Know your name,
And go your own way.
Isn’t it funny, the small things you remember? The plot of a movie watched on a bus, the name of a small town, the heat of a starbucks moment.
listening to: in another life, the veronicas
Posted in musings on November 15, 2008 | 4 Comments »
the best thing
Posted in other people's words on November 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Paul D”
“What, baby”
“She left me.”
“Aw, girl. Don’t cry.”
“She was my best thing.”
Paul D sits down in the rocking chair and examines the quilt patched in carnival colors. His hands are limp between his knees. There are too many things to feel about this woman. His head hurts. Suddenly he remembers Sixo trying to describe what [...]
what I believe
Posted in musings, other people's words on November 12, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I believe that the core of philosophy is the promethean desire for knowledge.
I believe that we strive for objectivity, whether we know it or not. All philosophers begin with the assumption that there is a fundamental truth that can be attained and that this truth will in some way or another be common to all [...]
the awakening
Posted in Uncategorized on November 11, 2008 | 6 Comments »
What is philosophy?
How the hell do you answer a question like this?
Isn’t philosophy, essentially, nothing but a big question mark?
alea iacta est
Posted in other people's words on November 9, 2008 | 2 Comments »
i am a rolling wave without the motion
a glass of water longing for the ocean
i am an asphalt flower breaking free
but you keep stopping me
release me
release me
