Minnesotan, mother, poet, blogger, resident dumbass, expert in general bastardry
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ALT How to Live Depravity begins with thinking of love as a radical act. I quit loving with difficulty. I love easy now. Two parakeets on my shoulders. They'll fly away if I move. So I move. I love flight. I love cages left wide open. I am not a window. I could be a window. Open me, you'll find a dense wood, children wandering inside it. Not lost children. They know the way. They live the way horses run. If they each had a bird in hand they would open their hands.
ALT A picture of Sylvester Stallone as Rocky Balboa hoisting the American flag triumphantly next to a green bell pepper that has been cut in half, revealing an interior that mirrors Stallone’s distorted and celebratory expression but, being a bell pepper, looks comically weird and off-putting.
ALT I asked how can you ever be sure that what you write is really any good at all and he said you can't you can't you can never be sure you die without knowing whether anything you wrote was any good if you have to be sure don't write
ALT How to Survive the Night Now I see them clearly: the faces of my children in their slumber, the horses carrying their bodies: dream-horses, real- horses, ghosts. Life, I am in the middle of my one life. What I want now is wonder more than trouble, wonder that will run us to each other. Look at them, your children in their nightclothes, clasping the great manes of their changes. Never let your childhood horses go. —Joseph Fasano
