Monday, May 14, 2012

does anyone from course want to swap folio poems that haven’t been critiqued in class?

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

harryjamesnotpotter asked: You are the coolest kid to ever exist. You make me happy and smile and stuff. I'm not lying when I say that there's not a single thing I dislike about you. Keep on keeping on.

<3

Monday, April 30, 2012

knowhomo:

LBGTQ* Spoken Word Artists You Should Know

Lacey Roop “Gender is a Universe”

While squatting down to take a piss I read

gender is a universe and we are all stars.

scribbled on the wall of a bathroom stall

I was so in awe by this that I went home and poured myself a flask

crawled on top the roof to ponder what I had read

I stared with amazement at the vastness of constellations just wonderin’ if God has become an angry drunk

because of the ignorance and intolerance he sees in us?

We like to stereotype, nitpick, criticize, and compare black and white,

judge each other because of hairstyles, and pant size

I guess that’s why everytime I go out at night I always get asked

Are you a dude or a dyke?

And all I wanna say is

Oh hi, dude bra’! Ummm, I don’t know, how ‘bout you ask your girlfriend since she was the one who went down on me last night.

But I refrain and say

Well, I’m a little bit of both and sometimes neither

Give him a hug then walk away while he stands there intrigued still trying to figure me out

and I’m not really offended as much as I am saddened by how it never occurred to this guy

that people’s sexual preference doesn’t diminish the fact that we are still human

It’s an atrocity to me that we still have to be reminded of this

Did you know that it took nearly 400 years after

the first American settlement before

the white man recognized that black people had souls?

And I wonder if it is going to take 400 more before people

quit telling me that they think it’s cute that I kiss girls

As if my lifestyle is some trendy fashion statement

gay ‘till graduation bullshit

curious exhibitionist

I wish my mom would quit telling me

this is a stage I’m going through

and recognize that this is a skin her daughter has finally felt comfortable enough in for me to tell her about girlfriends

‘Cuz from 2nd grade ‘till I was a sophomore in college

I camouflaged my feelings because the state of Mississippi

has it written that love can only exist between a man and a woman

as if a state has the right to dictate who you choose to spend the rest of your life with

But on nights when I’m sleeping next to someone soft

I can’t help but wonder about the ones still struggling in my hometown like

Mikey who had to put a silencer over his heartbeat

because it thumped too loud whenever Andrew was in the room

he was afraid that Calvary would condemn him.

Or Irene who used to dye her hair bright blue to distract

people from staring in dismay at her and Shay’s interlocked fingers

As if homosexuality is a disease instead of just another form of loving

I just hope that when I go out tonight I won’t get asked

How do lesbians do it?

As if heterosexual missionary position is the only type of sex there is

because that would be fucking boring

I think I might just crawl on top my roof and get drunk with God again so he can hear me when I ask him to keep an eye out on

Irene and Mikey or anyone else who is being taught

to be ashamed of themselves for their feelings

because tonight I don’t wanna have to explain myself.

I’m tired of having to explain myself.

I don’t wanna be distinguished as gay, straight, lesbian,

queer, dude, or dyke

just human

because gender really is a universe

and we need to accept that we are all but mere stars

a part of one great galaxy.

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Saturday, April 28, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
70books:

I love John Green. 

70books:

I love John Green. 

Saturday, April 21, 2012

raptorific:

I have too much time on my hands. 

Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Art isn’t your pet — it’s your kid. It grows up and talks back to you. Joss Whedon
Friday, April 6, 2012
I really would like to stop working forever – never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now – and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence. Allen Ginsberg  (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow)

(Source: serpientes)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

theromanceatbakerstreet:

Beautiful Libraries  Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library (The Basement, Neil Gaiman’s Home)

Take the 3D tour here.

one day i WILL have a library like this in my home
only it will have a ladder too 

(Source: bachelorjohnwatson)

So, like.  It is no secret that I am super-into Stephen King.  From where I&#8217;m sitting I can see 5 of his books in my bookshelf (Christine, Insomnia, the Tommyknockers, Hearts in Atlantis and Everything&#8217;s Eventual), which is a lot for a poor student with no job and a tiny student allowance.
I&#8217;m not super into horrors.  Okay, that&#8217;s a lie, I&#8217;m pretty into horrors, but I&#8217;m also pretty into mysteries and thrillers and romances and sci-fis.    I just.  Books, man, books.  I don&#8217;t have a favourite genre, I just like to read.
Anyway, Stephen King was the first adult horror writer I ever read.  Before him I&#8217;d read, like, every single Goosebumps book ever written and some Vivian Vande Velde short stories and this awesome book called How To Disappear Completely and Never Be Found, but no proper horrors.  I started reading him because I had this friend on the internet, Hannah (We were writing buddies.  We wrote fanfiction together), who was a goth from Tennessee who wouldn&#8217;t stop telling me about how much I would love his stuff. 
The first book of his I read was the Shining, because it was the only one the library had in at that moment that I&#8217;d actually heard of.  I think I polished it off in a week.  Usually I can read a little faster than that, but I wasn&#8217;t reading after dark for&#8230; pretty obvious reasons, I think.
My absolute favourite thing about Stephen King is that he is a horror writer who doesn&#8217;t hate the world.  He creates gorgeous, nostalgic worlds that you&#8217;d actually like to live in, and then populates them with monsters - and some of them are real.  In Pet Sematary (which I couldn&#8217;t actually finished, because it was SO FRICKING SCARY), the entire first half of the book is just the main character being a dad and hanging out.  I mean, there was some mildly creepy stuff, like the old dude across the road telling him NOT TO GO TO THE PET SEMATARY (which he pretty much cool-story-bro&#8217;d, obviously), but mostly it&#8217;s just wholesome family fun.  And then all of a sudden there was a zombie cat and a dead toddler and I was just.  Nope.  Couldn&#8217;t finish it.  
My favourite Stephen King book is one called From a Buick 8.  I&#8217;ve read it 3 or 4 times.  It&#8217;s about an evil car, but it&#8217;s pretty different from Christine, which I also really liked, mostly for how well the  music references gelled with the actual storyline (the book&#8217;s made up of three parts - Teenage Car Songs, Teenage Love Songs and Teenage Death Songs - and the book is about exactly that).  Basically, this teenage dude&#8217;s dad dies, and so the guy goes and hangs out with his dad&#8217;s old work buddies, the state cops.  The state cops have this big old Buick 8 Special in a garage out the back, and nobody ever goes into the garage.  (Here&#8217;s a hint as to why: THE CAR IS A FRICKING PORTAL TO ANOTHER DIMENSION AND SOMETIMES IT EATS PEOPLE.)
Even though the book is supposed to be about an evil car, it&#8217;s also about family and the kind of friends that feel like family and just.  Even though a lot of the people die, it&#8217;s still.  It seems optimistic.  It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling.
Another thing Stephen King does spectacularly well is that ambiguity as to whether something&#8217;s actually real and evil or not, and the character&#8217;s just insane.  In the Shining, it&#8217;s implied that maybe the house isn&#8217;t haunted, and it&#8217;s just the main character going slowly insane from being stuck inside all winter.  (Although.  Stephen King himself has said that yes, the house was haunted.  It&#8217;s still well-done.)  The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon also has this, as a young girl wanders, lost, in the woods: is she hallucinating, or is there actually a wasp-demon following her?  Is the Subaudible real, and is it taking on the form of Tom Gordon to guide her out of the woods?  The entire thing is fantastic.
Finally (I know this has been very long and rambling, but thanks for sticking with me), Stephen King is just such a fantastic world-builder.  He&#8217;s created a group of small towns in Maine just for his stories to be set in, and they all know of the existence of the other stories happening.  Bag of Bones references Cujo, and Needful Things references It, and the fact that it&#8217;s all interwoven and continuous is just amazing.  I love it.
TL;DR:  Stephen King, man.  Amazing.
(Also, I just realised that what I thought had been one large spider is actually three large spiders that have been swapping places.  Getting the vacuum cleaner out tomorrow, haha.) 

So, like.  It is no secret that I am super-into Stephen King.  From where I’m sitting I can see 5 of his books in my bookshelf (Christine, Insomnia, the Tommyknockers, Hearts in Atlantis and Everything’s Eventual), which is a lot for a poor student with no job and a tiny student allowance.

I’m not super into horrors.  Okay, that’s a lie, I’m pretty into horrors, but I’m also pretty into mysteries and thrillers and romances and sci-fis.    I just.  Books, man, books.  I don’t have a favourite genre, I just like to read.

Anyway, Stephen King was the first adult horror writer I ever read.  Before him I’d read, like, every single Goosebumps book ever written and some Vivian Vande Velde short stories and this awesome book called How To Disappear Completely and Never Be Found, but no proper horrors.  I started reading him because I had this friend on the internet, Hannah (We were writing buddies.  We wrote fanfiction together), who was a goth from Tennessee who wouldn’t stop telling me about how much I would love his stuff. 

The first book of his I read was the Shining, because it was the only one the library had in at that moment that I’d actually heard of.  I think I polished it off in a week.  Usually I can read a little faster than that, but I wasn’t reading after dark for… pretty obvious reasons, I think.

My absolute favourite thing about Stephen King is that he is a horror writer who doesn’t hate the world.  He creates gorgeous, nostalgic worlds that you’d actually like to live in, and then populates them with monsters - and some of them are real.  In Pet Sematary (which I couldn’t actually finished, because it was SO FRICKING SCARY), the entire first half of the book is just the main character being a dad and hanging out.  I mean, there was some mildly creepy stuff, like the old dude across the road telling him NOT TO GO TO THE PET SEMATARY (which he pretty much cool-story-bro’d, obviously), but mostly it’s just wholesome family fun.  And then all of a sudden there was a zombie cat and a dead toddler and I was just.  Nope.  Couldn’t finish it.  

My favourite Stephen King book is one called From a Buick 8.  I’ve read it 3 or 4 times.  It’s about an evil car, but it’s pretty different from Christine, which I also really liked, mostly for how well the  music references gelled with the actual storyline (the book’s made up of three parts - Teenage Car Songs, Teenage Love Songs and Teenage Death Songs - and the book is about exactly that).  Basically, this teenage dude’s dad dies, and so the guy goes and hangs out with his dad’s old work buddies, the state cops.  The state cops have this big old Buick 8 Special in a garage out the back, and nobody ever goes into the garage.  (Here’s a hint as to why: THE CAR IS A FRICKING PORTAL TO ANOTHER DIMENSION AND SOMETIMES IT EATS PEOPLE.)

Even though the book is supposed to be about an evil car, it’s also about family and the kind of friends that feel like family and just.  Even though a lot of the people die, it’s still.  It seems optimistic.  It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling.

Another thing Stephen King does spectacularly well is that ambiguity as to whether something’s actually real and evil or not, and the character’s just insane.  In the Shining, it’s implied that maybe the house isn’t haunted, and it’s just the main character going slowly insane from being stuck inside all winter.  (Although.  Stephen King himself has said that yes, the house was haunted.  It’s still well-done.)  The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon also has this, as a young girl wanders, lost, in the woods: is she hallucinating, or is there actually a wasp-demon following her?  Is the Subaudible real, and is it taking on the form of Tom Gordon to guide her out of the woods?  The entire thing is fantastic.

Finally (I know this has been very long and rambling, but thanks for sticking with me), Stephen King is just such a fantastic world-builder.  He’s created a group of small towns in Maine just for his stories to be set in, and they all know of the existence of the other stories happening.  Bag of Bones references Cujo, and Needful Things references It, and the fact that it’s all interwoven and continuous is just amazing.  I love it.

TL;DR:  Stephen King, man.  Amazing.

(Also, I just realised that what I thought had been one large spider is actually three large spiders that have been swapping places.  Getting the vacuum cleaner out tomorrow, haha.)