“In the dark, a boy’s crossing the field:
for the first time, he’s touched a girl
so he walks home a man, with a man’s hungers.”
— Louise Glück, Abundance, The Paris Review No. 183 Winter 2007 (via theparisreview)
_IGP4568 by Paul Brehem on Flickr
Bartolomeo Bramantino, The Risen Christ, described here
“The thing about [happiness] is it’s all about desire. It’s all about wanting to be with that person. I remember in Chicago, I fell in love with this girl. I remember being with her, but what I remember more than being with her was that it was the dead of winter in Chicago, snow coming down, and getting on the bus to meet her. Standing in the snow, wind in my face, waiting at the bus stop, the bus never coming, waiting to meet her. It was not so much about her as the feeling I had of being in the world—the snow which I hate, the cold which I hate, but I could feel my face alive, I loved that snow and I loved that cold. So I think it’s not so much the person as the feeling.”
— John Haskell, Happy Hour with Gian (an interview with John Haskell by Giancarlo DiTrapano), The Paris Review (via theparisreview)
If I were to sit in this chair
when you come into the room
you would think it odd—funny
but go on about your business
cocking your puzzled face
because there is no reason for my sitting here laughing
I am not laughing
But if I were to sit here
when you come into the room
you would shy away
from my breaking heart
as much as to say Why do you do this
Now I hear you coming down the hall
I do not know whether I will laugh or cry
Your key inserted in the lock
— Ron Padgett, “Gene Lockhart’s Locket”
Art Credit Lisa Kereszi
“When I think of happiness, I see myself chasing ass, or being newly fascinated with a friend. I see myself either by their side, or constantly texting. A lot of those times I’m drinking too much and eating too much or I’m in the back of a cab at five A.M. with a friend jawing on about something too much. There is often music. That’s some of the time. Other times I’m somewhere alone, with nothing. It’s quiet, and I can see myself happy and thinking. I just can’t see what it is that I’m thinking about.
But, when I think of happiness, I mostly see myself with others.”
— Giancarlo DiTrapano, Happy Hour with Gian (an interview with John Haskell by Giancarlo DiTrapano), The Paris Review (via theparisreview)
by Matthew Franklin Jenkins
(Source: gay-men, via prayingbuddha)
I need feminism because I don’t want my son growing up thinking that he has no control over how he treats others. I want him to know that he won’t turn into an animal just because another person happens to be drunk or wearing “provocative” clothing.
There is no justification for sexual assault. As well as being remarkably dis-empowering to the victim, the “she was drunk” etc etc arguments place men in the default position of being a sexual predator. How are more men not outraged by that? I would like to believe that I, as a man, have enough self control not to sexually assault another person regardless of setting or circumstance. I don’t want my son to grow up afraid that he is not in control of his own actions and may harm somebody as a result. Every person is responsible for their own actions, sexual assault is a CRIME and sexual assault is NEVER THE FAULT OF THE VICTIM.
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
quiet time is
when God quiets me
with His love