Poetbabble

where ephemera escapes the interior
Nov 07
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This is The Thing - Fink

“The things that keep me alive keep me alone.”

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Nov 06
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If you don’t live it, it won’t come out your horn.

-Charlie Parker

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fuckyeahmeninsuits:

fuckyeahfiennes:

(via oldfilmsflicker)


Oh, I kinda love him…

fuckyeahmeninsuits:

fuckyeahfiennes:

(via oldfilmsflicker)

Oh, I kinda love him…

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Nov 05
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O baby porcupine! Wish you were mine….

O baby porcupine! Wish you were mine….

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Walks Into

Context is everything. Dress me up and see. I’m a carnival barker, an auctioneer, a downtown performance artist, a speaker in tongues, a senator drunk on filibuster. I’ve got Tourette’s. My mouth won’t quit, though mostly I whisper or subvocalize like I’m reading aloud, my Adam’s apple bobbing, jaw muscle beating like a miniature heart under my cheek, the noise suppressed, the words escaping silently, mere ghosts of themselves, husks empty of breath and tone.

- Excerpt from Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem

(Just started reading this after hearing him speak about his new novel, Chronic City, on NPR. Somehow, I missed this one.)