1. 05:55 15th Sep 2014

    Notes: 1

    Tags: poetry

    Drrrrop

    Strange thing to track the progress of
    some stranger’s reading,
    every morning on the D train,
    five thirty, smooshed by construction
    workers, that plastic in his ear,
    a goateed man in square-toed shoes
    inches his way toward the end
    of the Drop, thinking to himself,
    Where is James Gandolfini?

     
  2. 18:26 14th Sep 2014

    Notes: 2173

    Reblogged from nevver

    The uneasy suspicion that if you heard yourself talking, you would sound like an asshole.
     
  3. 20:14 13th Sep 2014

    Notes: 1

    Tags: poetry

    It was a brilliant documentary!
    A year in china, studying
    Something?
    It was a brilliant documentary.
    Brilliant, really,
    It really stuck with me.

     
  4. 20:14

    Notes: 1

    Tags: poetry

    I’ll always remember
    The way you sang in my ear
    can anyone help out
    A homeless vet

    Though I guess
    Now that I think about it
    I heard that song on the radio
    Yesterday
    While riding the uptown F train
    To work

     
  5. 16:56 8th Sep 2014

    Notes: 3

    Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them. (I was tagged by ohonestly)

    1. Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut
    One of my high school english teachers was visiting her dying father, or something equally as devastating for her, and our substitute teacher was the art student son of our superintendent. He drew a map of Baltimore, marked the street corners with hypodermic needles and hookers. Then he drew Kurt Vonnegut’s asterisk version of an asshole, and I was hooked from there. 

    2. Suicide, Edouard Levé 
    I’ve already written about this. As a person who has infrequent, non-debilitating thoughts of suicide, it was an interesting read. Thoughts still persist every now and then, though. Fueled mostly by apathy, curiosity, and the endless notion of life as futility. 

    3. The Stranger, Albert Camus
    I don’t know how this really affected me other than that I read all of Camus’ major works after finishing it. I was drawn to it mostly because it reenforced my already bleak notions about existence. 

    4. Existentialism is a Humanism, Jean-Paul Sartre
    Life is hard. Caring about humanity can be harder. This was technically a speech, but I read the printed version of it. 

    5. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami 
    It was OK. I read it in a day while unemployed in Nashville. I wanted a well to disappear into. 

    6. Harry Potter
    Not going to pretend this wasn’t a major source of entertainment/obsession for a portion of my life. 

    7. The Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine
    My brother and I used to have reading races with the Goosebumps books. It started a bad habit of reading too quickly and remembering nothing. 

    8. Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman
    This came into my life, along with a pocket collection of Thoreau’s works, when I was unemployed in Sydney. It’s enough to say that Whitman and Thoreau are dangerous for kids who need to be looking for employment. 

    9. Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius,Dave Eggers 
    The only book by Eggers I really loved, mostly because it convinced me that someday I could ramble my way to a career in books. 

    10. Letters From Earth, Mark Twain
    I half-read this for a class that studied the Bible as literature. I’m not too versed in Twain but the sharpness of the satire here is just fucking perfect. 

    Who should I tag? Uh.. postcardsfromprinceton jumonz thefuturistiswriting