August 2011
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giancantdance:
I knew a man sad enough to tear the wallpaper in his room only to find drawings of a drowning man. Syllables of French that seemed to tell the story of a failed marriage, twenty-something hands that looked like they were attempting to escape the wall. The man swung his arms, clawed into walls, into designs, his whole existence colliding with the material world: I am a giant in this...
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“To read is to dream, guided by someone else’s hand.”
– From The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa, translated by Richard Zenith.
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distantheartbeats replied to your photo: “Advice to Unhappily Married Women (II)” — From…
I adore this book so damn much, but this bit did make me *headdesk*
Yes, yes! Bernardo Soares is my [slightly more emo] spirit animal. But the “anthology section,” and this gem! I was giggling so hard. Especially this one: “The best time for doing this is in the days immediately...
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On Undercurrents, and assorted rushed fragments
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From Undercurrents: A Life Under the Surface, by Martha Manning.
Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.
For nearly two years now, this quote...
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From Villette, by Charlotte Brontë.
“Happiness is the cure - a cheerful mind the preventive: cultivate both.”
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a...
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Hey kid - w4w - Megamall Food Court
missedconnectionsmanila:
No really, hey kid. You’re probably around 6 or 7, with a Dora the Explorer backpack and bangs.
Your mom was trying to feed you and your little brother Chowking lauriat but you were thoroughly absorbed in a book. You were reading under the table and ignoring your family, and when your mom tried to take the book away I saw that it looked like one of those Adarna books...
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Statement of the Office of the Presidential...
kaelco:
It is a sad weekend for the Philippine literary community as two of its most eminent elders, National Artist for Literature Edith L. Tiempo and renowned fictionist and essayist Kerima Polotan Tuvera, passed away within a day of each other. The Aquino administration is united in grief with a country that mourns their passing.
Many of the country’s established literary practitioners, as...
In her secret heart, Miss Mijares’ young dreams fluttered faintly to life, seeming monstrous in the rain, near this man – seeming monstrous but sweet and overwhelming. I must get away, she thought wildly, but he had moved and brushed against her, and where his touch had fallen, her flesh leaped, and she recalled how his hands had looked that first day, lain tenderly on the edge of her desk and...
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Lionel Shriver, on why she writes:
I think writing — the impulse to write — comes out of a failure to communicate by any other means. I think most natural writers are socially incompetent. And I would include myself generously in that category, especially as a child and in my early adulthood, and yeah, often as not at parties I still feel like a 13-year-old fish out of water, would prefer to crawl off in the corner with a...
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July 2011
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