Bird Watching

November 18, 2018

Everyone loves
a dead girl.

Everyone drools when the virgin falls
into the gnarled jaws
of the earth – red mouth cut slack,
eyes empty. Everyone wants
a broken-glass girl,
bought second hand.

Look. The damage
was already there.

Franny Choi

Smile

November 18, 2018

You recognize
each detail,
every fear
and each curve
of my smile
so easily
it seems
we have always been here
together.

like a piano

November 18, 2018

I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

Angela Carter
Black Venus
Saints and Strangers

work on stories in his head

November 18, 2018

Louis L’Amour didn’t just commit to writing every single day. He created specific, targeted goals.

One such goal was to publish one short story every week.

Publish, not write. Not every story was accepted, so that meant L’Amour was writing far more than just 52 short stories every year, plus the full-length novels he worked on.

L’Amour’s overall process was somewhat legendary, he never outlined a project, and he categorically refused to edit anything. He simply sat down at a typewriter and wrote.

However, he did have a very specific process, one that helped negate the need for outlining and editing.

He would work on stories in his head for months and sometimes years, taking copious supporting notes, so when he did start tapping on the keyboard, he was essentially writing a finished draft.

Finally, he had a very strict “three strikes rule,” if he couldn’t get a project right by the third time around, he would toss the pages into a pile, and go on to the next project.

Susanna Fitzgerald
Five things copywriters can learn from best selling writer Louis L’Amour

Analingus

November 18, 2018

Analingus can certainly bring you closer together – but good personal hygiene is essential! Do please ensure you brush your teeth BEFORE commencing this most intimate of acts!

victims of love

November 18, 2018

My mother forbad us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.

Anne Carson
Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

where the garment gapes

November 18, 2018

Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes? In perversion (which is the realm of textual pleasure) there are no “erogenous zones” (a foolish expression, besides); it is intermittence, as psychoanalysis has so rightly stated, which is erotic: the intermittence of skin flashing between two articles of clothing (trousers and sweater), between two edges (the open-necked shirt, the glove and the sleeve); it is this flash itself which seduces, or rather: the staging of an appearance-as-disappearance.

Roland Barthes
The Pleasure of the Text

Sinning on Sunday

November 18, 2018

The girls are really trying to harsh my groove. They cuddle and kiss while I watch from across the room. Both of them are naked; both turned on by the other. But deliberately teasing me with their display of mutual lust and affection. Giving me a hard on that feels like a gargantuan pine-knot in my trousers, and which they totally ignore. This Sunday morning is just for them –