I believe in casual clothes, hard work, and coffee.

30th September 2014

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Laurie Penny putting truth into the world.

Laurie Penny putting truth into the world.

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30th September 2014

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robert montes in coconut nineteen

robert montes in coconut nineteen

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29th September 2014

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The impasse, meanwhile, that is both language’s creative con­dition and its problem can be described as the disjuncture be­tween words and meaning, but at a particularly material level, one at which the writer is faced with the necessity of making for­mal decisions—devising an appropriate structure for the work, anticipating the constraints it will put into play, etc.—in the con­text of the ever-regenerating plenitude of language’s resources, in their infinite combinations. Writing’s forms are not merely shapes but forces; formal questions are about dynamics—they ask how, where, and why the writing moves, what are the types, di­rections, number, and velocities of a work’s motion.

from The Rejection of Closure by Lyn Hejinian

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/essay/237870

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29th September 2014

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MARINA

MARINA

29th September 2014

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About a month ago, Sophia Katz told me she was raped by a former friend and roommate of mine when she visited New York this past May. Yesterday, she published a piece chronicling the sexual abuse she experienced that week, using a pseudonym for her rapist. I shared the piece on multiple…

25th September 2014

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"I want blood, guts, and chocolate cake / I want to be a real fake"

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25th September 2014

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This is the sea, then, this great abeyance.
How the sun’s poultice draws on my inflammation.

Electrifyingly-coloured sherberts, scooped from the freeze
By pale girls, travel the air in scorched hands.

Why is it so quiet, what are they hiding?
I have two legs, and I move smilingly.

— from “Berck-Plage” by Sylvia Plath

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