December 2011
“I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.”
– Anna Kamienska, from In That Great River: A Notebook (translated by Clare Cavanagh)
“This is the sadness of the sea—
waves like words, all broken—
a sameness of...”
– William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter, from Collected Poems (1921-1931)
“Also! Also. It is not slut shaming to note that someone’s schtick is in...”
More and more these days I see myself as something... →
2011: The year I spent reblogging maura.
I’ve been trying to understand (or I should say, see another way of understanding) sentiments like “making art (even bad art) out of your experience actually *is* a daring feminist act, regardless of intent” and “Everything we write is an exclusive, because it only happened to us” as providing a critical framework for some of...
Also my new favorite medical term of all time is “neural insult.” NOT THAT I’M GOOGLING SYMPTOMS BEC I KNOW THAT’S NOT SMART.
“Even a map cannot show you
the way back to a place
that no longer exists.”
– Sandra M. Castillo, from “Christmas, 1970” (via growing-orbits)
