The Curious Addenda

Mon 21 Sep ∞ Permalink

We hurt one another. We go through life dressing up in new clothes and covering up our true motives. We meet up lightly, we drink rosé wine, and then we give each other pain. We don’t want to! What we want to do, what one really wants to do is put out one’s hands—like some dancer, in a trance, just put out one’s hands—and touch all the people and tell them: I’m sorry. I love you. Thank you for your e-mail. Thank you for coming to see me. Thank you. But we can’t. We can’t. On the little life raft of Mark only one other person could fit. Just one! And so, thwarted, we inflict pain. That’s what we do. We do not keep each other company. We do not send each other cute text messages. Or, rather, when we do these things, we do them merely to postpone the moment when we’ll push these people off, and beat forward, beat forward on our little raft, alone.

—Keith Gessen, All The Sad Young Literary Men

Wed 19 Aug ∞ Permalink

Paul Auster wrote: “Surely it is an odd way to spend your life—sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.

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Q&A: HarperStudio Editor Julia Cheiffetz (via alejandraramos)

I could not agree more.

Thank you, Alejandra.

Mon 17 Aug ∞ Permalink

malackey:

I know, it’s shocking, to think that people should be ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE THINGS THEY ARE SAYING.

Mon 17 Aug ∞ Permalink

melissa:

(“produced” by strutting)

Sat 15 Aug ∞ Permalink

From The Ritz-Carlton Suite, Battery Park, on Tuesday.

Sat 15 Aug ∞ Permalink

Brokeback Mountain

Ennis Del Mar:	I'm gonna tell you this one time, Jack fuckin' Twist, an' I ain't foolin'. What I don't know - all them things that I don't know - could get you killed if I come to know them. I ain't jokin'.
Jack Twist:	Yeah well try this one, and I'll say it just once!
Ennis Del Mar:	Go ahead!
Jack Twist:	Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything's built on that! That's all we got, boy, fuckin' all. So I hope you know that, even if you don't never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on - and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you'll kill me for needing somethin' I don't hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it gets! I'm not you... I can't make it on a coupla high-altitude fucks once or twice a year! You are too much for me Ennis, you son-of-a-whore-son bitch! I wish I knew how to quit you.
Ennis Del Mar:	[crying] Well, why don't you? Why don't you just let me be? It's because of you Jack, that I'm like this! I'm nothin'... I'm nowhere... Get the fuck off me! I can't stand being like this no more, Jack.

Tue 11 Aug ∞ Permalink

If you want to party like a rock star, be prepared to be reported on like one.

—Bill Jensen, director of new nedia at Village Voice Media (via narratrix)

Fri 07 Aug ∞ Permalink

melissa:

Outtake (from, god, about an hour ago, in Times Square with Trixie Bedlam)

I really only have the most gorgeous and fabulous friends. Just saying. <3

Fri 07 Aug ∞ Permalink

I shall be here this weekend.

And you shall be jealous.

[Image Courtesy Of Slack12’s Flickr]

Thu 06 Aug ∞ Permalink

“I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out and do whatever I wanted. Now I wanna dance, and I wanna win. I want that trophy. So dance good.”

- Mia Wallace, 1994 (!!!)

(via tuer)