by Charles H.Traub

by Charles H.Traub

Reblogged from TALENTED TENTH

totally want to fall in love with an older woman

Back when I was young and idiotic, I, like many kids, defined myself as much by my aggressive dislikes as by my preferences. It seemed important to announce not merely that I loved the Replacements, but that I also hated the Who (whom I didn’t even hate). Dismissal was so easy, so satisfying, especially compared to defending what you love. When you are in the grip of the uncertainty and self-doubt of defining who you are, attack can be an easy escape—and hard to abandon.

Paris Review – Sadie Stein on the Things We Are Supposed to Love, Sadie Stein (via photographsonthebrain)

I think race complicates this. This argument feels very white.

theparisreview:

The Good Idea

While asleep, a man gives birth to an idea of a woman. He wakes and finds it curled comfortably against him.

He takes it in his arms and kisses it. It responds perfectly. He wallows in the feel of its round breasts, smooth thighs, soft pubic patch. Its warm breath and little sighs drive him wild. He keeps thinking the words “Drunk with passion at last.” He makes love to it. It’s the best he’s ever had.

They stay in bed all day. When the phone rings, they giggle and ignore it. They agree about everything.

In a lovely office, the man’s boss throws a fit, swears to fire the man, but cools down, reconsiders. While outside a giant hand works on a picture of the sky, finally blacks it all out, throws in a moon and stars, and goes away.

Charles Webb.

Reblogged from The Paris Review
aboutobsessions:

(c) Michael Light

aboutobsessions:

(c) Michael Light

Do you know how many nights I’ve spent twisting your English off my tongue? I do not take pride in your English. I want to stumble on my words. I want to speak with an accent so thick that it requires silence. I want you to struggle to understand me. Realize your English is not superior. Your English does not equate intelligence. Do not compliment me on how well I have accepted colonization. I do not want your pat on the back. I was forced to learn this language. I didn’t choose to. Your English disconnects me from my people. I am deaf to my own sacred language because of your English.

Your English has done nothing for me.

Reblogged from In My Hearts Purse
photographsonthebrain:

la-beaute—de-pandore:

Lee Friedlander
Nude (Madonna), 1979


madonna tho

photographsonthebrain:

la-beaute—de-pandore:

Lee Friedlander

Nude (Madonna), 1979

madonna tho

Le Petit Soldat (1963)

Le Petit Soldat (1963)

Reblogged from TALENTED TENTH
Then I went to meet Rita Bettencourt and took her back to the apartment. I got her in my bedroom after a long talk in the dark of the front room. She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. I told her it was beautiful. I wanted to prove it, but I was too impatient and proved nothing.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road
There is no decisive moment in rephotography. There’s only focus, and what you focus on is guaranteed.
— Richard Prince