April 6, 2014
Salish Sea

Salish Sea

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April 6, 2014

ollymoss:

Prints on sale now.

fun

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April 3, 2014
"It’s increasingly clear that we are entering a new era of political correctness…. This kind of thinking is only possible at certain moments: when liberalism seems to have failed but the right is not yet in charge. At such times, old-fashioned liberal values like free speech and robust, open debate seem like tainted adjuncts of an oppressive system, and it’s still possible for radicals to believe that the ideas suppressed as hateful won’t be their own."

— Michelle Goldberg, #CancelColbert and the Return of the Anti-Liberal Left (via thenationmagazine)

April 3, 2014

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April 3, 2014

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April 3, 2014

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March 10, 2014

theparisreview:

Kurt Vonnegut reads from Slaughterhouse-Five. (via)

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March 3, 2014

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February 23, 2014
kvetchlandia:

Sam Cherry     Charles Bukowski      1970
little dark girl with 
kind eyes 
when it comes time to 
use the knife 
I won’t flinch and 
i won’t blame 
you, 
as I drive along the shore alone 
as the palms wave, 
the ugly heavy palms, 
as the living does not arrive 
as the dead do not leave, 
i won’t blame you, 
instead 
i will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again. 
little dark girl with kind eyes 
you have no 
knife. the knife is 
mine and i won’t use it 
yet.
—Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”  published posthumously, 1999

kvetchlandia:

Sam Cherry     Charles Bukowski      1970

little dark girl with 

kind eyes 

when it comes time to 

use the knife 

I won’t flinch and 

i won’t blame 

you, 

as I drive along the shore alone 

as the palms wave, 

the ugly heavy palms, 

as the living does not arrive 

as the dead do not leave, 

i won’t blame you, 

instead 

i will remember the kisses 

our lips raw with love 

and how you gave me 

everything you had 

and how I 

offered you what was left of 

me, 

and I will remember your small room 

the feel of you 

the light in the window 

your records 

your books 

our morning coffee 

our noons our nights 

our bodies spilled together 

sleeping 

the tiny flowing currents 

immediate and forever 

your leg my leg 

your arm my arm 

your smile and the warmth 

of you 

who made me laugh 

again. 

little dark girl with kind eyes 

you have no 

knife. the knife is 

mine and i won’t use it 

yet.

—Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”  published posthumously, 1999

February 23, 2014

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