February 2012
6 posts
“Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn’t understand her,...”
– Marguerite Duras, The Lover.
mitford:
You want to ask, am I lonely? Well, of course, lonely as a woman driving across country day after day, leaving behind mile after mile little towns she might have stopped and lived and died in, lonely
If I’m lonely it must be the loneliness of waking first, of breathing dawn’s first cold breath on the city of being the one awake in a house wrapped in sleep
If I’m lonely ...
January 2012
25 posts
Jackson Hotel by Lynda Hull
Sometimes after hours of wine I can almost see
the night gliding in low off the harbor
down the long avenues of shop windows
past mannequins, perfect in their gestures.
I leave some water steaming on the gas ring
and sometimes I can slip from my body,
almost find the single word to prevent evenings
that absolve nothing, a winter lived alone
and cold. Rooms...
“The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love … A most mediocre person...”
– Carson McCullers
WatchFrench lingerie label Etam recently sent three models to Paris’s Musée d’Orsay, but not just for an afternoon of high culture. Once in the museum, the models stripped down to just their brightly colored undies and performed a quick, impromptu runway show in the middle of a gallery, before running out all giddy and giggly. A conspiring undercover museumgoer filmed their catwalking for a...
December 2011
22 posts
“I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the...”
– Susan Sontag (via deadlittledear)
Excerpt from "Misery and Splendor"
They are trying to become one creature,
and something will not have it. They are tender
with each other, afraid
their brief, sharp cries will reconcile them to the moment
when they fall away again. So they rub against each other,
their mouths dry, then wet, then dry.
They feel themselves at the center of a powerful
and baffled will. They feel
they are an almost animal
washed up on the...
