HAPPY ROCK
@squiremakeastir about to mess with some Beatles. http://bit.ly/17iDXtz
Puffy chair and truck nuts. Duplass bros. http://bit.ly/13PiMeD
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#snowman by grace http://bit.ly/15ZDgFV
nothing to say to each other anymore, it seems http://bit.ly/176Spop
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that space’ll never fill in #beardregrets http://bit.ly/12hOPU4
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“What is the point. That is what must be borne in mind. Sometimes the point is really who wants what. Sometimes the point is what is right or kind. Sometimes the point is a momentum, a fact, a quality, a voice, an intimation, a thing said or unsaid. Sometimes it’s who’s at fault, or what will happen if you do not move at once. The point changes and goes out. You cannot be forever watching for the point, or you lose the simplest thing: being a major character in your own life. But if you are, for any length of time, custodian of the point—in art, in court, in politics, in lives, in rooms—it turns out there are rear-guard actions everywhere. To see a thing clearly, and when your vision of it dims, or when it goes to someone else, if you have a gentle nature, keep your silence, that is lovely. Otherwise, now and then, a small foray is worthwhile. Just so that being always, complacently, thoroughly wrong does not become the safest position of them all. The point has never quite been entrusted to me.”
—Speedboat by Renata Adler
this book
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shouts out to pick axe pete!
1You know how in the future all the animals will be dead because of global warming or global climate change, and all our meat will be either human meat or meat grown in large vats? When all the animals will just be robots?
I want, when that happens, to replace the sound all the crickets make—all the crickets who live with me under my glass dome—to have their chirping sounds replaced with an endless loop of this recording of Aram Saroyan reading his poem “Crickets.”
(Source: tomorrowandbeyond)
