Mastication.

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”

- Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

Scott and Zelda posing for Hearst’s International Magazine, May 1923. Zelda called it her “Elizabeth Arden face” and pasted it in her scrapbook.

Nobody knew whose party it was. It had been going on for weeks. When you felt you couldn’t survive another night, you went home and slept and when you got back, a new set of people had consecrated themselves to keeping it alive. Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me The Waltz

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “Dyed Siberian Horse” (And Twelve Other Descriptions of Things and Atmosphere) by Biblioklept

143. Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.

144. Dyed Siberian horse.

145. As thin as a repeated dream.

146. The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.

147. The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible curve of the world.

148. Lost in the immensity of surfaceless blue sky like air piled on air.

151. On the great swell of the Blue Danube, the summer ball rocked into motion.

152. A circus ring for ponies in country houses.

153. The tense, sunny room seemed romantic to Becky, with its odor of esoteric gases, the faint perfumes of future knowledge, the low electric sizz in the glass cells.

154. A rambling frame structure that had been a residence in the 80’s, the country poorhouse in the 1900’s, and now was a residence again.

155. The groans of moribund plumbing.

156. The silvery “Hey!” of a telephone.

161. Whining, tinkling hoochie-coochie show.

From the angels wanna wear my red shoes and Scott & Zelda Fitzgerald

Windows, #21 Enlisted men's barracks, The Badlands

"I often see through things right to the apparition itself."

~ Grace Paley (December 11, 1922 - )

"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
— Tupac Shakur

"I gobbled up the mountains, ate the sky, and drank the sea. Until I was the Universe the Universe was me."
— MacPhisto (Candy, 1968)

"I do not believe making money in order to consume goods is

mankind’s sole purpose on this planet. If you’re wondering

what I believe our purpose on this planet is, I’ll give you

a hint…it has to do with creating and sharing."

— Bill Hicks

 

Alfred Stieglitz, Georgia O’Keeffe Hands, 1919

from in silent agony

Imagine being out in the middle of a newly frozen lake. Any step you take could put you through the ice and into the water. There are people at the shore. But they aren't watching. They have their own things to deal with. Knowing you have to make a move, you make that first step. And you go through. And no one knows. There is no Superman. No fairy tale prince to save you. You have to get out and make it to shore on your own. So you start to swim. You're scared but determined. And you are very angry.

Me, yesterday.

In my head, the operator is passed out on the board.

From Katharine Hepburn’s 1981 interview with Barbara Walters:

Hepburn: “I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man…I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and I made enough money to support myself. And I ain’t afraid of being alone.”

Walters: “Is that why also you wear pants?”

Hepburn: “No, I just wore pants because they’re comfortable.”

Walters: “Do you ever wear a skirt, by the way?”

Hepburn: “I have one.”

Walters: “You have one.”

Hepburn: “I’ll wear it to your funeral.”


From Old Hollywood

A Page Turned

from heart-shaped-apple

“We leave the bed where your fingers
are a wide surprise, where your tongue
tells me slow stories. I watch you,
in the daylight, bring your hand
to your face, to your mouth. I tuck
pieces of myself behind
in the tangle of our bodies.”

Kim Ports

“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — ”Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.”

John Steinbeck, from “In Awe of Words,” The Exonian, 75th anniversary edition, Exeter University (1930)

Kristeenyoung

In find you.

Hawk Perched on Gauntlet of a Falconer

Unknown Artist, British 

Metro Museum of Art

The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way, and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theatre.


Frank Zappa

from Mid Thought