Following:
chelseyesque
Politicians determine the future of gun control, but we determine the future of politicians. Therefore all candidates for every election must disclose his stance on gun control. We voters need to know who’s making the decisions that will either prevent or facilitate another massacre.
(I chose the list of issues featured on the website of Barack Obama because he’s the man I endorsed, voted for and continue to idolize, and I take responsibility for his silence.)
Yes.
Y’all,
The tote has arrived.
The loveliest tote I ever did see.
Also, let us note that Jim Sherwin knows how to work it.
(via byeraleigh)
— a wise(er?), older friend
is Norman Rush’s third book. I read it because I died of Whites and especially Mating.
And while I know I was somewhat tuned out in the way one can be tuned out when you’re reading a 700-page book about love and Botswana and the CIA (sans Carrie Mathison) on the NYC subway and your own (admittedly less than thrilling) life is happening, I wasn’t too huge a fan. 25-page rants about Milton or obscure Christian proselytizing or vague rebellions against vague corrupt governments do not sell me.
BUT GOD DAMN, can the man write sex. Can the man write obsession. And was I ever weeping when Ray and Iris had their farewell (desert/danger/moonlight) tryst.
I love that, when a book creeps up on you. When you think you’re immune to it but the language wins. You realize you know these people. Rush has given them to you. They are yours and you won’t forget them.
A tease:
He felt strong. He inhaled as hard as he could. That was usually helpful. He needed help. He needed everything to be different. He needed a time machine, of course, like anyone else. He was strong.
In Excelsis Deo
Noël
Bartlet for America
Holy Night
Abu el Banat
Impact Winter
The Wedding
TEAR IT DOWN
We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within that body.
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