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I also noticed the look with which he undressed her like a Don Juan and a little girl, a look which betrayed the question: what does she look like naked? Not out of any erotic desire, of course, but simply to have a better idea of whom he was talking to. Under this look she wilted and suddenly fell silent - she had just realised that for him she was only what he saw, and nothing more.
Pornografia - Witold GombrowiczPosted on November 23, 2009
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Pornografia - Witold Gombrowicz
Posted on November 18, 2009 with 1 note
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Blue of noon - Georges Bataille
Posted on November 17, 2009
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I had come to the limits of shooting pool, playing poker and bullshitting over beers, of driving off with other guys and broads into lonely orchards, clawing clumsily at skirts and panties, clawing in vain. Women were fine but demanding, you hurt easily at nineteen; you thought women were sweet and submissive but find them alley cats; you find comfort in whores who are less deceitful, and if you are lucky you learn to read.
The brotherhood of the grape - John FantePosted on November 17, 2009
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The brotherhood of the grape - John Fante
Posted on November 16, 2009
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It’s lovely.
I know, but take it off. I want a chin-length bob.
You don’t want to go a little bit shorter? What if I cut it to here, to your ears?
You think that’d be better?
No, but then you’d be losing more than ten inches of length, and we could give it to Hair for Care. It’s a charity that makes wigs for kids with no hair.
Do you work for them, the charity?
No.
I think I’ll just stick with the bob, then.
You could let it grow another inch and then come back and I’ll give you a bob. That way everyone wins.
No, I have to do it today. It’s the first day of the rest of my life.
Oh. I had a day like that last week.
Really? What happened?
I woke up and thought, This is the first day of the rest of my life.
Then what happened?
I drove to work.
Oh.
Yeah.
Let’s give those kids some new hair.No one belongs here more than you - Miranda JulyPosted on November 15, 2009 with 1 note
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If you are sad, ask yourself why you are sad. Then pick up the phone and call someone and tell him or her the answer to the question. If you don’t know anyone, call the operator and tell him or her. Most people don’t know that the operator has to listen, it is a law. Also, the postman is not allowed to go inside your house, but you can talk to him on public property for up to four minutes or until he wants to go, whichever comes first.
No one belongs here more than you - Miranda JulyPosted on November 14, 2009 with 1 note
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No one belongs here more than you - Miranda July
Posted on November 14, 2009 with 1 note
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If there could be a next time and somebody said let’s fight for liberty he would say mister my life is important. I’m not a fool and when I swap my life for liberty I’ve got to know in advance what liberty is and whose idea of liberty we’re talking about and just how much of that liberty we’re going to have. And what’s more mister are you as much interested in this liberty as you want me to be? And maybe too much liberty will be as bad as too little liberty and I think you’re a goddamn fourflusher talking through your hat and I’ve already decided that I like the liberty I’ve got right here the liberty to walk and see and hear and talk and eat and sleep with my girl. I think I like that liberty better than fighting for a lot of things we won’t get and ending up without any liberty at all. Ending up dead and rotting before my life is even begun good or ending up like a side of beef. Thank you mister. You fight for liberty. Me I don’t care for some.
Johnny got his gun - Dalton TrumboPosted on November 11, 2009 with 5 notes
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Here you are Joe and you’re hurt worse than you think. You’re hurt bad. Maybe it would be a lot better if you were dead and buried on the hill across from Shale City. Maybe there are more things wrong with you than you suspect Joe. Oh why the hell did you ever get into this mess anyhow? Because it wasn’t your fight Joe. You never really knew what the fight was all about.
Johnny got his gun - Dalton TrumboPosted on November 10, 2009 with 1 note
Bunny reads a bunch of stuff
