i wrote to my mum the other day that in person i can barely open my mouth most of the time but give me a textual medium and you can't shut me up. well. case in point. this came up on my dash:
My literature classes didn’t help. My professors stressed the importance of approaching a text with detachment, with a critical gaze rather than an emotional ( Read more... )

this sounds redundant but ( Read more... )

it's not so much an ache. more of an itch, if an itch can be pain. which it must be as they come from the same source, along the same pathways. it's low and constant, a murmur through the body like a wind through the leaves. pain comes in so many flavours, so many colours, so many sounds. pain has hierarchies, supremacies, gatekeeping. pain stands ( Read more... )

up-goer five text editor - using the ten thousand most common words in the english language. warning: if you have any love for language, this thing may make you weep in despair ( Read more... )

sometimes it's a kind of desperation.

you think you can outrun it
this time,
even though you never have before.
you will try.
you will try
because there's nothing else to do.

you try, knowing
that you'll fail. knowing
as you're failing,
but trying not to.

trying to run.

just running.

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last night as i was falling asleep, it occurred to me that depression is fog. it covers everything, obscures everything, makes everything appear to loom out at you on approach no matter how large or small the actual fact of it. it distorts and hides and isolates. muffles. leaves you vulnerable. and so on ( Read more... )

what attracts me most to poetry now, i think, is something like sterility, if sterility was not quite itself, or purity, if purity was less an absence. a spareness, a sparseness, a paring so that only the essential remains. like stars in a field where there is no other light. they are burning and so numerous it seems when you breathe you take them ( Read more... )

since i started taking seroquel, the aphasia has gotten worse. i'm assuming that the way in which it interacts with lamictal is augmenting that side effect. basically it feels like i'm getting stupider. years ago i used to describe my brain as being like a sieve, but these days it's more like something liquefied. a steady ooze. since these changes ( Read more... )

in a conversation about why i don't ( Read more... )

two-thirty in the morning and i am beyond tiredness, close to tears, an ocean just below the skin. time has reset itself. over the last few years my focus has shifted to birds, light, weight. bound to the earth by a heavy sky, bleeding into valleys, across hills. i wish i had a language for music ( Read more... )