October 2011
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Namesake.
In Roman mythology, Diana (lt. “heavenly” or “divine”) was the goddess of the hunt and moon and birthing, being associated with wild animals and woodland, and having the power to talk to and control animals. Diana was worshiped in ancient Roman religion and is revered in Roman Neopaganism and Stregheria. Dianic Wicca, a largely feminist form of the practice, is named for...
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“Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still...”
– Margaret Atwood
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Laughing With, Regina Spektor
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Creation.
Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward....
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“Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a...”
– Sylvia Plath
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List.
I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are the same list.
~ Linda Pastan
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“Don’t feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.”
– Haruki Murakami
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Heart.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him!
~ Emily Dickinson
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Touch.
Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to...
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“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”
– J.D. Salinger
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The Cow.
The cow is of the bovine ilk; One end is moo, the other, milk.
~ Odgen Nash
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Yes, No.
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
~ Sylvia Plath
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“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Separation.
Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
~ W.S. Merwin
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Underneath It All.
Even if love was underneath it all, there was a great deal piled on top, and what would you find when you dug down? Not a simple gift, pure gold and shining; instead, something ancient and possibly baneful, like an iron charm rusting among old bones. A talisman of sorts, this love, but a heavy one; a heavy thing for me to carry around with me, slung on its iron chain around my neck.
~ Margaret...
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“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Sylvia Plath
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History.
Even Eve, the only soul in all of time to never have to wait for love, must have leaned some sleepless nights alone against the garden wall and wailed, cold, stupified, and wild and wished to trade-in all of Eden to have but been a child. In fact, I gather that is why she leapt and fell from grace, that she might have a story of herself to tell in some other place.
~ Jennifer Michael Hecht
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Clarissa.
Jace: In future, Clarissa, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations.
Simon: You invited him into bed?!
Jace: Ridiculous, isn’t it? We would never have all fit.
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“Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it.”
– Life Of Pi
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Fiction.
Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I’m always irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it’s very shocking to the system.
~ Flannery O’Connor
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How To Kill A Living Thing.
Neglect it Criticise it to its face Say how it kills the light Traps all the rubbish Bores you with its green
Continually Harden your heart Then Cut it down close To the root as possible
Forget it For a week or a month Return with an axe Split it with one blow Insert a stone
To keep the wound wide open
~ Eibhlin Nic Eochaidh
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“If you don’t know what you love, you are lost.”
– Haruki Murakami
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Unknown.
I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when...
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A Minor Bird.
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.
~ Robert Frost
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