George Oppen

Parked in the fields 
All night 
So many years ago, 
We saw 
A lake beside us 
When the moon rose. 
I remember 

Leaving that ancient car 
Together. I remember 
Standing in the white grass 
Beside it. We groped 
Our way together 
Downhill in the bright 
Incredible light 

Beginning to wonder 
Whether it could be lake 
Or fog 
We saw, our heads 
Ringing under the stars we walked 
To where it would have wet our feet 
Had it been water

-The forms of Love

audio. 

these two albums saved my life over the past two months

Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings, 100 Days 100 Nights

Rocky Rivera, Rocky Rivera

when a lot of shit hit the fan, & I needed some powerhouse women to help me remember the powerhouse woman I am, Rocky & Ms. Jones came to my rescue.

 

 

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Sarah Silverman on the only kind of voter fraud happening:

let my people vote

sometimes my friends post the best stuff on facebook. 

melancholy neon text installations

Found these gorgeous installations online while doing my near daily google search of animated gifs for my tumblr (whatever you need to say, you can say it with a gif).

They are done by Korean artist Lee Jung, and there is something so terrible and isolated and longing about them that I find each image devastating.

I posted some others on my tumblr (which is full of animated gifs right now). They're just stunning. I am completely mezmerized. 

Found on This Is Colossal 

Lee Jung's website. 

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thursday

I'll be participating in my first reading this thursday, 20 September 2012 in the Lang Cafe (65 W. 11th Street) at The New School in celebration of the release of the first issue of Eleven and A Half Journal (which I was an executive editor for in my final year at Lang College). The launch is from 6 to 8 pm, and will feature a selection of contributors reading their work as well as an open mic for current students to read.

The issue is avaible for pickup in the lang college dean's office (65 W. 11th St, 3rd floor).

Eleven and A Half Journal on facebook.

three mirror shots & a pigeon waiting for a train

ink

a little under two weeks ago I had a moment of bravery & went with a friend to finally get my much longed for mini-tattoo (which I now call my mini-ink). I picked Fine Line tattoo on 1st Street for a few silly reasons:
1: they accept walk ins & since I was pretty terrified I didn't think I could handle making an appointment.
2: they were/are within walking distance of my work. for days I thought all day about going after work & just getting it... finally, on a tuesday, I did!
3: they are the longest continually running tattoo shop in manhattan, & were a bootleg shop when tattooing was illegal in the city. that's pretty cool.

so, I headed over there with a friend who has a couple of tattoo's herself & decided to get it done. we had to walk around the block once, & I made my poor artist resize the thing three times (sorry!), but I did it!

now, I am a person with pretty much zero pain tolerance & a deep fear of needles, & I can tell you right now... this DID NOT HURT. I was amazed! seriously, after it was over I said "that's it??"

Funny side story: two lovely ladies from the Columbia school of journalism were doing a piece on the shop... which I am in. Looking crazy & terrified the whole time! Check out their slideshow (complete with awesome audio) on vimeo!