Friday, August 1, 2014

the unattainable is invariably attractive

— jenny holzer, truisms

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Creative people are confident in only one thing: their own doubt. I think there’s a huge lack of self-confidence in a creative person because, by nature, the definition of a creative person is someone who is trying to make something new. They know, if they are professional creatives, that the likelihood of doing that—making something new and significant—is hugely unlikely, so they build within that city of doubt. From doubt, they get to iterate and work extremely hard, hoping to find something new; it’s all about hope. I’ve never met anyone who is good at what they do creatively and is super-confident. Maybe they pretend to be confident in front of their agent or the media, but I’ve never been confident in that way. A conversation with the inimitable John Maeda. Complement with Seth Godin on dancing with self-doubt and Anna Deavere Smith’s advice to artists on what self-esteem really means. (via thekidshouse)

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If you’re happy in a dream…does that count? The happiness–does it count? Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via thekidshouse)

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I.P. Rosa


from “I Am Caesar” by I.P. Rosa/profoundfuckery; at online poetry journal ThisNewCentury

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you. (via sassyfag)

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I have just realized that the stakes are myself
I have no other
ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life
Diane Di Prima (via poemsofthequiet)

Secrets I Won’t Tell Myself

What drew me in you ask…

Well it most certainty isn’t anything real
Because that would be far too easy
To know someone felt for you
And realize you feel the same
So it wasn’t anything he ever said or did
It wasn’t an assumption I made
Or a small moment of misjudgement that won’t end
It’s that he did everything so fiercely
With an intensity that left others quite shaken
And it made me start to wonder
What it would be like to be loved that way
Or loved even at all

And now I’m hooked

am i the cancer?
the foreign body that you
wish would take its leave?
"auto-immune (a haiku)" by typical treatment. (14 may 2014)

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Cigarettes look so harmless but then again so did you 10 word story (via sassyfag)

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