YOUR LUNGS FILL WITH DISCOURSE

mimondemelodies:

Cara Thayer and Louie Van Patten

blue-voids:

Gustav Klimt - The Three Ages of Women, 1905 - oil on canvas

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Fake Empire - The National
Let’s not try to figure out everything at once

mydadlikestostalkme:

The Con - Digital Panflet - 2007

We were walking as one. Somewhere beyond the fog the sun was singing in a faint tone, gradually swelling, filling the air with tension and with pearl and gold and rose and red… The whole world seemed to be one un-embraceable woman, and we who were in her body were not yet born; we were ripening in joy. It was clear to me, absolutely clear, that everything existed only for me: the sun, the fog, the gold-for me. I did not ask where we were going; what did it matter? It was a pleasure to walk, to ripen, to become stronger and more tense….

Yevgeny Zamyatin - “We”

There is less pressure to put things back into place when I put impulses aside and think about the other Meat. In class, we discussed an excerpt by Kathy Acker wherein she writes, “One cunt’s like every other cunt”. Flesh is flesh, we are made out of meat, as Bisson wrote. I didn’t expect to take anything out of this class, but the closer we get to the end of the semester, the more I come to like the reading. 

I remember months ago when the professor showed a video called "THIS IS WATER". Halfway through, I had to force myself not to cry. Why did it touch me? I didn’t want to connect to it because this class had failed to meet my expectations; and they were high, at first.

But I digress — we are all made out of meat. I look around sometimes and realize that I am surrounded by thousands of other people I will never know. I have no context of their lives; I don’t know their fears, their dreams, their stories. 

It brings to life this urge to read everything I can get my hungry eyes on. 

I am scattered lately, I cannot find clarity of mind. But the desire to write, to read, to create is coming back. It has been months since I felt inspired to make anything. 

I am still learning how to be more than just meat. My words still sound forced and foolish to me. You hate the You from 2, 3, 4 years ago. You will always look back and think, “I was so lost! Why was I like that?”. But what can you do? Just try to be better every second. At least, that’s what I’m trying to do now. 

toxicnebulae:

*applies mascara to leg hair* yes, much more definition and volume

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Barbara Kruger
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