He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.
— Cormac McCarthy, excerpt from All The Pretty Horses (via nonlinearnotes)
mark richardson with the excellent phrasing on difference between editorial (i.e. blogging) and “art”
sometimes editors point out something was wrong in what I’ve written, and I’m always like, WHY CAN’T YOU FIND MAGNIFENCE IN DESTRUCTION AND DECAY like my proes dose. why don’t you like the aesthetic i’ve built out of decaaaaay and losssss sssss ss s s ssss.
no one ever responds to that part.
PRO WRITER TIP: for those following looking for nuggets of wisdom on how to really do this thing. how to take it there. don’t — which is to say, Do Not — antagonize your editors with notions of magnificence in destruction. good luck!
it warms my heart that sarah soto, aka sara toke-a-lot, aka Ninja Mode had the wherewithal, and frankly the desire, to go off the head when prompted by police who snatched her up for springbreaking into someone’s house through the doggy door.
"that’s why i rap, i can express myself way better in the booth rapping, than I can talking…"
it doesn’t matter the quality of her rhymes, it matters that this is her primal form of communication, here under duress, literally in the nude, and for better or worse her consciousness leaps into the ether and returns with “i’m sara toke-a-lot, i’m from mexico, i don’t give a f if you think i’m a hoe, cause i’m not…” hmmm, I probably didn’t need to write that down, but this is an expression of real genuine love for sara who wasn’t thinking about twitter, instagram, batting her eyelashes or playing with her hair. Just. bars.
terrible, terrible bars. yes. — don’t make that rap video yet, sara. now’s the time to practice — but it’s the form that counts. it’s the instinct that lives buried in our dna. hip hop is not dead, etc. etc.
ripped and stitched off the h&m ads, I bet this Badu cover would scorch the earth if placed in a mainstream movie w a female lead… or like an Amy Schumer sketch. all the m’ladies at brunch like: I’M A MAYYYYNNNEEE, I’m a full-grown mayne. too bad it only got used to move some h&m mom jeans.
I had this reoccurring dream from the stage
in a suit with a fade
I had set the game ablaze
and they threw me a parade
I stacked a little change
took my family out the caves
but I was trapped in the maze like a lab rat
at the bottom of the barrel
where they keep the crabs at
no geico, no aflac
nothing to fall back on
but the streets where n’s cussed out the police and sold they crack on
better known as back home
where they treat the arabs and the spanish and the blacks wrong
there he go with that song
you may be tired but i spit what i’m inspired…
awww, look at erin gloria ryan dipping her toes in the rap-referent waters. very cute. (apparently blake lively’s lifestyle blog is not going over well)
makes me want to grab a black blogger and have a scene like that one in Eternal Sunshine where Clementine’s like “Joel, it’s all gonna be gone soon!” and he’s like “I know” and she’s like “what do we do???” and he’s like “enjoy it?” and then the Jon Brion kicks in and you’re like please nobody look at me right now
that’s us and Nas’s “Ether” y’all; it’s all gonna be gone soon…
just in time, you found me just in time before you came my time was running low I was lost the losing dice were tossed my bridges all were crossed nowhere to go now you’re here now i know just where I’m going no more doubt or fear i found my way for love came just in time, you found me just in time and changed my lonely nights that lucky day