May 2013
23 posts
“If you ask me, cum is a perversion of the English language. One I just can’t...”
– Sasha Grey, The Juliette Society
“Alwas remember, the work is the mainsail to reach the Western Lands. The texts...”
– William S. Burroughs, My Education: A Book of Dreams
““You’re … an American?”
Langdon gave her a confused look.
“It’s just …” She...”
– Dan Brown, Inferno
“We didn’t want to write what we called Englit-fic: the styles and themes of...”
– Michael Moorcock, Stories
“I was told, or read, that everyone visits Veciofeni’s cave sooner or...”
– Michael Cisco, The Narrator
“Когда обогнули они мыс, лодку понесло силою течения и отлива, казалось, плывет...”
– Жозе Сарамаго, Воспоминания о монастыре
“The second explosion scattered the herd in a cloud of ashes and screams. I leapt...”
– Wu Ming, Altai
April 2013
31 posts
“Существует любопытный критерий зрелости цивилизации, предложенный Грегори...”
– Александр Секацкий, Последний виток прогресса
“Он в неделю-две вникал в самозамкнутое сплетение любого вида знания, усваивал...”
– Юрий Милославский, Укреплённые города
Lend me your ears, and I'll sing you a song.: '10... →
sweetdeltablues:
(I had to transcribe this poem, because it became an immediate favorite the second that I heard it. I am over 70 pounds heavier than my boyfriend, and I have thought, felt and said all of these things before. But he is perfect, and we are perfect together.) 10 HONEST THOUGHTS ON BEING LOVED BY A…
“Там, откуда он появился, коридор поворачивал направо; я оказался во внутренней...”
– Джонатан Литтелл, Благоволительницы
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: adronitis →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and…
“Life was alone, no name, no memory. It had hands, but no one to touch. It had a...”
– Eduardo Galeano, Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone 