June 2012
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May 2012
5 posts
Head Sex and the Emotional Affair (Therese J.... →
psychotherapy:
Believe it or not, extramarital “head sex” — the emotional bond formed with a secret lover of sorts — may be worse (at least for depression) than real sex outside a marriage, according to Peggy Vaughan, author of The Monogamy Myth and creator of DearPeggy.com.
“Most people recover from the fact that their partner had sex with someone else before they recover from the fact that...
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nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or...
“Her unstartled gaze
Beads on him like a sniper’s sites, until
At the clean...”
– A. E. Stallings, from “Epic Simile” (via the-final-sentence)
April 2012
17 posts
“I know what’s going on inside me—I’m not a fool. But I don’t want to analyze it,...”
– Terry Gilliam (via austinkleon)
"Where do the Words Come From": Poet Felicity... →
libraryland:
literarypiano:
“Odd things influence me – an offhand comment, a row of surgical instruments laid out, and music – there’s an essay in this, but I won’t write it here.”
“Literature, the most seductive, the most deceiving, the most dangerous of...”
– John Morley (via libraryland)
“What’s the worst possible thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now....”
– Jessica Valenti, Full Frontal Feminism: A Young Woman’s Guide to Why Feminism Matters (via libraryland)
"You Fit Into Me"
aroomofmyown:
you fit into me like a hook into an eye
a fish hook an open eye
Margaret Atwood
Libraryland: "Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia... →
libraryland:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung…
“Rumors say the secret of life is sewn
into a dead man’s coat, but when we...”
– Traci Brimhall, from “Come Trembling” (via awritersruminations)
"Poetry Reading" by Anna Swirszczynska
libraryland:
I’m curled into a ball like a dog that is cold. Who will tell me why I was born, why this monstrosity called life. The telephone rings. I have to give a poetry reading. I enter. A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes. They look, they wait. I know for what. I am supposed to tell them why they were born, why there is this monstrosity called life.
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“You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go...”
– from A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood (via growing-orbits)
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“Dear Sir:
I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude,...”
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My new favorite job application letter, from 1934. He ended up winning an Oscar for screenwriting!
(via Letters of Note)
We like words too.
(via good)
In my April First dream, I was marrying my first love. I woke up as I was about to walk down the aisle. My dream wedding was all a dream.
March 2012
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“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying...”
– Laura Vanderkam
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“At one point in a woman’s life she has to choose whether she wants to keep her...”
– Julie Yap-Daza
The Brain on Love (New York Times) →
psychotherapy:
via NYTimes.com:
by Diane Ackerman
A RELATIVELY new field, called interpersonal neurobiology, draws its vigor from one of the great discoveries of our era: that the brain is constantly rewiring itself based on daily life. In the end, what we pay the most attention to defines us. How you choose to spend the irreplaceable hours of your life literally transforms you.
All...
psychology notes.: Author Amy Tan on depression →
psychotherapy:
Salon: You have a very optimistic way of looking at life and death. But these concerns have also been a cause for deep distress in your life, including bouts with serious depression. AMY TAN: Some of it is probably biochemical, but I think it’s also in my family tree. I mean, my grandmother…
February 2012
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Re-forming the Crystal
I am trying to imagine how it feels to you to want a woman trying to hallucinate desire centred in a cock foccussed like a burning-glass desire without discrimination: to want a woman like a fix Desire: yes: the sudden knowledge, like coming out of ‘flu’, that the body is sexual. Walking in the streets with that knowledge. That evening in the plane from Pittsburgh, fantasizing going to meet you....
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Someone beautiful and magnanimous once told me to wisely choose the things I read. This, of course, extends to the things I watch. Hence, I woke up early this morning and went through my movie list. I grouped them according to genre. I reckoned psycho thrillers and drama would do me no good. So for now these are all I need to download:
Midnight in Paris
Temple Grandin
The Diving Bell and the...
January 2012
8 posts
Drown
It rained hard one night and amazement escaped from my body. It came with the water that dripped down from my dress, down on the pavement and into the sewers.
When you meet me, you might notice that my eyes won’t light up like they used to. But be careful when you go for a swim in the open sea. Something that was once part of me might cling onto you and pull you down with its weight.
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Deprivation
We asked each other back and forth. The questions kept running from the mundane to territories the other one was otherwise forbidden to charter. Have you ever been this? Have you done that? We exchanged paper strips until I was down with my last. I looked at him with pride in my eyes. Your life sucks, I said. But he had a trick up in his sleeve. “Have you ever liked me?” I paused for a...
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December 2011
6 posts
“Why? I think you’re a loving person but you’re afraid to be left alone,” he said. “That’s not it,” I replied defensively. And now my hair is much shorter than when we last spoke. “Miss, do you have a car?” “No.” “Do you have a companion?” “No.” “You didn’t inform anyone? How would you get...
Facing Panic Attacks Head On (Psych Central) →
psychotherapy:
via Psych Central:
“A couple of days ago, Laura wrote a blog on how anxiety can morph into panic. Many people experience episodes of mild to moderate panic here and there—a few of the common triggers for such episodes include looming deadlines, upcoming parties, and presentations to work groups. However, some people experience panic at a much more intense level, to the point that...
You don’t confess on the hallway. You don’t casually say, I like your outfit and I like you as well. Which would turn him red. And which would make you damned. The encounter might end up in his journal or his poetry collection. Or never at all. Either way, you have to take another route to the terminal. Because he might again walk on that doomed hallway, quirky as ever but now with a...