Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.
Can’t sleep with Nietzsche on the brain.
Posted 1 week ago
Thanks to CBC Live for submitting this piece of hilarity and posting about Downton Abbeyoncé!
Posted 3 weeks ago
How funny would it be if I went to a therapist to discuss my growing fear that I’m a full-blooded Lacanian?
Posted 1 month ago
thanks for the gif, theinquietude!
Posted 2 months ago
Posted 2 months ago
The bad lover, like the bad poet, perhaps because of a preoccupation with self, is essentially inattentive, doesn’t listen, doesn’t anticipate. Or, just as bad, proceeds by rote, first this thing and then the next, and therefore leaves no opportunity for discovery, or departure. Form to me implies an alertness to the demands of your material and an orchestration of effects. It is some happy combination of the poet’s intent and the poem’s esprit and the necessary compromises between the two. We can’t be too willful, but we must have things in mind. We don’t want to be the wimps of our own poems, but we’d be happy to be led into some lovely places. And we’d like to have some control after we lose control, at least enough to throw light on what has just happened, perhaps even to articulate what it has meant to us. And of course there are moments when we’d be better off being appreciatively silent.
Stephen Dunn, Walking Light: Essays and Memoirs (via wwnorton)
Posted 3 months ago
Posted 3 months ago
The University broadened my mental horizon. Opposition increased my power of resistance, deepened my determination to prove that I had both the ability and the right to become a physician and to practice medicine beside the best men in the profession.
Dr. Eliza Mosher, first Dean of Women at Michigan
Posted 3 months ago
My mother’s getting married. On a related note, I’m going back to therapy!
Brilliant text.
"Our hero shrieked and clutched at his head. Alas! This was what he had known for a long time would happen!" -Dostoevsky, closing lines of The Double
