I think I want to change my Tumblr URL but I don’t know what to.
if it’s late enough and you’re lonely enough, the carly rae jepsen lyric “before you came into my life i missed you so bad” starts seeming increasingly deep and emotionally complex
3:02 AM and this fucking lyric looks like fucking nietzsche
stare into the abyss and the abyss will call you maybe
On black bare trees a stale cream moon
Hangs dead, and sours the unborn buds.
Two gaunt old hacks, knees bent, heads low,
Tug, tired and spent, an old horse tram.
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square ;
And round the bend six bullocks come.
A hobbling, dirt-grimed drover guides
Their clattering feet—
their clattering feet !
to the slaughterhouse.
I appreciate a lot of what he has to say about poetry but he was an awful anti-Semitic fascist in a not at all hyperbolic sense and it makes me so mad.
— From the preface to Some Imagist Poets 1916.
'You Are Like the Realistic Product of an Idealistic Search for Gold at the Foot of the Rainbow', Marianne Moore
Hid by the august foliage and fruit of the grape vine, twine your anatomy round the pruned and polished stem, chameleon. Fire laid upon an emerald as long as the Dark King's massy one, could not snap the spectrum up for food as you have done.
In March 2008 I saved this bit of text from a website that is no longer online.
Big bold Radiohead, complain about how technology breaks down humanity while you hide in your studio, communicate exclusively online, pretend you’re science fiction. Be sure to play limited engagements! Make sure the tickets are expensive! This isn’t social commentary, it’s marketing and supply-demand economics. Pretending to give a shit is good business.