July 26, 2014
"Live not for Battles Won.
Live not for The-End-of-the-Song.
Live in the along."

— Gwendolyn Brooks, Report from Part One (via observando)

July 26, 2014
"

…four years later Jeff will lose his virginity to a girl behind the East High School football field then later that night his keys and pants in the school pool so that he has to run

home crying to his mother with an oversized shirt and no pants, like a cartoon bear, and the next day when I hear this story, I will think about what it means for someone to become naked two times in one night to rush into the warmth of two

women, once becoming a man and once becoming a boy all over again but right now it is just us in this car with Jeff’s mother, that cigarette smoke dancing from her lips until it catches the breeze

from the cracked front window and glides back towards us a vagabond, searching for a throat to move into and cripple while Neal Schon’s guitar rides out the speakers and I don’t know how many open windows a man has to climb out of in the middle of the night in order to have hands that can make anything scream like that.

nothing knows the sound of abandonment like a highway does, not even God.

"

— Hanif Abdurraqib, “When We Were 13, Jeff’s Father Left The Needle Down On A Journey Record Before Leaving The House One Morning And Never Coming Back” 

July 24, 2014

Kinesthetic brilliance yo.

July 18, 2014
"History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope and history rhyme."

— Seamus Heaney (1939-2013)

(Source: mediumaevum)

July 17, 2014
:-(
h/t to the homie Hanif for this heartbreaking photo.

:-(

h/t to the homie Hanif for this heartbreaking photo.

July 15, 2014
"Those who don’t like it say it’s
just a mutant violin
that’s been kicked out of the chorus.
Not so.
The cello has many secrets,
but it never sobs,
just sings in its low voice.
Not everything turns into song
though. Sometimes you catch
a murmur or a whisper:
I’m lonely,
I can’t sleep."

— Adam Zagajewski, Cello (via grammatolatry)

July 14, 2014
The Strivers Row presents: After School

So for folks that don’t know, The Strivers Row is having its fourth annual showcase at Stage 48 on Thursday, July 31st and it would mean a lot if y’all came out because you’re awesome & interesting & lots of fun to be around. Follow the link below for tickets!

https://stage48.com/events/the-strivers-row-after-school-late-show/

July 13, 2014

tastefullyoffensive:

Artist Telmo Pieper Repaints His Own Childhood Drawings

Previously: Everyday Objects Turned Into Creative Illustrations

(via broadcast)

July 13, 2014
"I don’t feel like I need to preach to the world or nothing like that. I just feel like I share what I say, and if listeners get it, they get it. And I never underestimate the audience’s ability to feel me."

Erykah Badu 

(via Staying Underground)

(via nefarioustortoise)

July 12, 2014
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."

— Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living (via ethiopienne)

(Source: larmoyante, via ethiopienne)

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