But what does it mean?

"You think you're so smart when you're high? Write down what you say and read it later." - My father, Joe Brady

 (on homemade wine)
Sarah: What does the condom do to the wine?
Kyle: Keep it from getting AIDS.

It was really an experience of what I think Yeats called “the click of a well-made box.” Something like that. The word I always think of it as is “click.”

I don’t know whether I have much natural talent going for me fiction-wise, but I know I can hear the click, when there’s a click. In Don DeLillo’s stuff, for example, almost line by line I can hear the click. It’s maybe the only way to describe writers I love. I hear the click in most Nabokov. In Donne, Hopkins, Larkin. Puig clicks like a fucking Geiger counter.

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—	David Foster Wallace Thanks to Professor Holland for making us read this brilliance.

As though I needed another reason to love this man.

Sunya used my photo for her Jings article! Way cooler than the last time I made it into The Oracle (University Police Blotter…)

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Listened to the Fleet Foxes perform this song in the pouring rain last summer. It was one of the best moments of my entire life.

Storyteller

You are Santa Claus

twinkling drunkenly in a red flannel shirt,

your beard grown tobacco yellow.

You are God’s messenger,

spreading whimsical lies—

the art of storytelling is full of tragic gaps.

Did you really meet Derrida?

Make love to Ezra Pound’s daughter?

Play guitar with a baby faced Bobby Zimmerman?

You are only myths.

I watch you,

sitting next to your dead wife

while she breathes “Silent Night” from a record player.

She is a twanging angel

making me believe in you.

kneepits:

success.

[photo credit: katebrady.]

I agree. We should head to Cabs every Wednesday.

… then here’s even more. I love playing paparazzi, witnessing and saving the moments of beautiful people.

These pictures were taken at Cabs, where RPM was held this week :) There will be more tomorrow. For now? I sleep.

If there’s not enough love in this picture…

The difficulty with the men of this country is that they are so consistent in their inconsistency that they are not aware of having been inconsistent.

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—	Ann Howard Shaw. (via gracegiven) Truth