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Denise Levertov
stickyeyelids: 09.04.12
bbook: graceyu: Letters of Note: Greetings Worm Diane Keaton and Woody Allen have the nicest correspondence. So sweet: Beet Head,Humans are clean slates. There are no qualities indigenous to men or women. True, there is a different biology, but all defining choices in life affect both sexes & a woman, any woman is capable of defining herself with total FREEDOM. Therefore women are anything they choose to be & frequently have chosen & defined themselves greater than men. Don’t be fooled by THE ARTS! They’re no big deal; certainly no excuse for people acting like jerks & by that I mean, so what if up till now there were very few women artists. There may have been women far deeper than, say, Mozart or Da Vinci but contributing their genius in a different socially circumscribed context. Note how I switched from pen to pencil at this moment because in Lelouch’s film, A MAN & A WOMAN, he switches from color to black & White—So I underline my point using the same symbolism—Very clever? OK, then, very stupid.Woody————————Greetings Worm, We have enough rehearsal time, but not as much as in L.A. Still, I think Love and Death will be easier than Sleeper as there is not a lot of…falls and spills and water stunts…Our dialogue exchanges should be brisk and lively…but we’ll get into that …so snookums…speak with you soon. Also finished 1st draft of 2 New Yorker pieces. Hey! My book—Getting even—is a hit in France. Go figure. You remain a flower—too, too delicate for this harsh world & Dorrie is a flower & your mother is a flower & your father is a vegetable & Randy is a flower in his way & Robin is a cat. And I remain a weed.Will call. Woody————————Greetings Worm,I am jettisoning some old socks in my travel bag to make room for some idiot’s sunflower seeds. Guess who? You, my pal, are my cross to bear.So they’re saying I’m a genius—but you know better, you little hellgrammite. Are you sure they’re not calling me “White Thing?” “And he changes his underwear to sleep in.” And all the things you call me rather than genius? I am tortured by the most incredible dreams of sexuality that revolve around you and a large 2E BRA that speaks RussianThat genial pal and good egg, Woody————————Lamp-head,-simpleton-oaf—I have decided to let your family make me rich! It turns out they are wonderful material for a film. A quite serious one, although one of the three sisters is a fool and a clown. (I think you can guess which, ducky!) I didn’t send you a big letter, because you’re coming to Paris soon. I wonder if your observations about my family clock them as weirdly as I see yours? Do you have insights into my father & mother? I can imagine. The blind perceiving the blind. Last night I had a tender dream about me & my mother. First dream of her in years. Wonder why? I wept in the dream & ate my laundry. Just kidding—I ate her boiled chicken which tastes worse.Love from the fabulous Mister A, a man with healing humour. _________________ (my heartbeat). This is actually perfect.
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I hit the intersections where your shoulders meet your neck, passing through the car wrecks of ex-boyfriends who parallel parked on the dead ends. and I just hope your skin lends me an extra mile so I can slow down, take a while to admire the landscape, drape my arm over your being there. this time when it comes to your skin, I’m a drunk driver trying to walk a straight line.

I’ve been pulled over so much that your simple touch is enough to make me assume the position—wishing I could stay there, where your hand searches my body for contraband that could land me in the jail of your ribcage. Because road rage is a sickness and my medicine is your skin. I could spend the rest of my life circling the same block, wondering where does the world hide its private stock of people like you.

— Shane Koyczan, “Pulse”
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, filed under IDEAS

enchanting:

  • Family breaks up. It leaves marks on three children, two of whom ruin themselves keeping a family together and a third who doesn’t.
  • A young woman bill collector undertakes to collect a ruined man’s debts. They prove to be moral as well as financial.
  • Story of a man trying to live down his crazy past and encountering it everywhere.
  • Father teaches son to gamble on fixed machine; later the son unconsciously loses his girl on it.
  • Girl and giraffe.
  • Play about a whole lot of old people—terrible things happen to them and they don’t really care.

According to his friend and editor Edmund Wilson, Fitzgerald almost never followed through on these ideas or similar gems in his “brainstorming” note-books. Wilson blames this on the fact that the depth of thought and level of craft in the notebooks were too genuine and rich to be incorporated into the crap Fitzgerald was writing for magazines at that point in his career.

Words are better friends than people. Well, they last longer, anyway.

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I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.
— Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
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According to Greek Mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.
— Plato, The Symposium

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People run from rain, but sit in bathtubs full of water.
— Charles Bukowski (via lionskeleton)
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Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another.
— Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces (via cartographe)
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