gamblers all, by charles bukowski
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more. you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different. you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes. it’s been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another day.
The United States gets a truly embarrassing ‘D’ in reproductive rights. Where does your state rank?
B+ alright alright alright
F stands for FLORIDA
good job, california
Hell yes, Vermont.
Probably the best I’ve seen from museumgifs so far. Nice one!
(It’s the Egyptian wing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.)
^^my favorite room
Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.Francis Bacon
I won two tickets to see Cariolanus on January 30th at the museum. hell yes.
a summary of my current lifestyle
This morning consisted of eating muffins with my parents before disappearing back to my bedroom where I did yoga with Rosey, my cat.
Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: ‘What does his voice sound like?’ ‘What games does he like best?’ ‘Does he collect butterflies?’ They ask: ‘How old is he?’ ‘How many brothers does he have?’ ‘How much does he weigh?’ ‘How much money does he have?’ Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, ‘I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves at the roof…,’ they won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them, ‘I saw a house worth a thousand francs.’ Then they exclaim, ‘What a pretty house!’The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via floriental)
“I never called Edith Luthien – but she was the source of the story that in time became the chief part of the Silmarillion.” - J. R. R. Tolkien
The Four Temperaments: Melancholia - Black Bile
Melancholy: from the Greek melas-, meaning “black” - the same root found in melanin -, and kholé-, or “bile”
An overabundance of black bile in the system was believed to cause introversion, with a strong tendency towards depression, moodiness, and “the vapours”. Later, while this trait was believed to be easily imbalanced, it was not believed to be entirely negative - “melancholics” were thought to be studious and perfectionist in their works, and good at observation.
People with a chronic overabundance of this bile were believed to be possessed by the devil by Hippocrates, but by the age of Galen (500 years later), that belief was no longer considered accurate. The failure to re-balance the humours was at that point believed to be because of an insufficiently considered diet, and a predisposition towards a certain set of traits.
Facets of Melancholia:
- Element: Earth (cold and dry)
- Season: Autumn
- Planet: Saturn
- Direction: South
- Organ: Gallbladder
- Opposing humour: Blood
- Characteristics: Introversion, perfectionism, retention, guarded nature, despondence, sleeplessness. Balance between feminine and masculine.
- Associated diseases: Myriad, including nearly all non-schizoid mental disorders, paralysis or stiffness of joints, cachexia, slow digestion, and cancers. Disorders associated with a lack of blood, such as ischemia (restricted bloodflow to an area, often causing tissue damage), were also associated with black bile.
To re-balance black bile, warming and moist herbs and herbal tinctures were the most common cure. Adding “bulky” (fibrous) foods and eliminating nightshade vegetables (such as tomatoes, eggplant, and potatoes) was a common later suggestion, during the 18th century.
Stewed meat and blood-benefiting (so as to counteract the black bile) foods such as nettle were also suggested by Avicenna.
From “How to Tell if You Are in a Bontë novel” (via The Toast)
4. You have just been walking in the rain, and everyone who raised you is dead, and you are glad.
9. You draw horrifying shipwrecks and lightning-ruined oak trees in your spare time. You have never danced, not even once, not even in your dreams.
12. You went to France once. You didn’t think much of it.
I caught my cat laying on my laptop keyboard. I think she updated my iTunes.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?- George R.R. Martin (via wanderlustcompass)
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.