Monday, April 30, 2012

Friday, April 27, 2012

Army exits Lobby 7, MIT.

Today I wear lots of navy.

: "Why I Am Not A Painter" by Frank O'Hara

unbuiltroads:



I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,


for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
“Sit down and have a drink” he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
“Yes, it needed something there.”



: "Why I Am Not A Painter" by Frank O'Hara

when i write an entire paper the day it's due and get an a

mylifeasakitten:





oh please god

when i ask my friend how the 8.02 test went and he tells me he's in 8.022

whatshouldtimcallme:



i’m just like,




today I overheard a frosh bitch about getting a b in 8.022


WELL EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME 


I scraped by in 8.02 before she was even born.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Today I wear lots of pink. Hello kitty band-aid from too much kayaking! (Taken with instagram)

umalik:



A still from the performance of Pina Bausch Blaubart (German Choreographer), 1977


it is a magical thing for a handful of words, artfully arranged, to stop time. To conjure a place, a person, a situation, in all its specificity and dimensions. To affect us and alter us, as profoundly as real people and things do.

Jhumpa Lahiri, My Life’s Sentences (via azspot)


On Interactive Lit and the fancy Media-Labby Writing happening at MIT Erica says, she always thought that she was the one who was supposed to arrange words into sequences, and then to sequence the sequences into larger sets thereafter.

swoon

Thursday, April 19, 2012