September 2011
69 posts
“I’m tired of walking this wire
It keeps me awake for heaven sake
I was made for this, girl.
I feel lonely
My friends don’t seem to know me
Like i thought they did.” —Alessi’s Ark, The Wire
It keeps me awake for heaven sake
I was made for this, girl.
I feel lonely
My friends don’t seem to know me
Like i thought they did.” —Alessi’s Ark, The Wire
Well then, so here we are.
“
I was told that kite flying’s for lovers
I was told that we can’t share the covers
If you’d like me to
I’ll try to be brave like you
I know you’d like me to
I’ll try to be pretty too
I was told that you rest with another
Weren’t you told son, that that’s wrong by your mother?
“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.”
— Jeffrey Eugenides (via slekes)
