- Timothy McSweeney: Why write poetry?
- Rebecca Lindenberg: I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you “have something to say.” I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The “unsayable” thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.
”A sweet-looking Japanese girl who, one day, decided to take self-portraits..of herself levitating. She can be spotted in and around Tokyo, equipped with her SLR and her self-timer. When she feels the moment strike, she presses the shutter button down and then, quite literally, “jumps” into place. What I love most about her shots is that they don’t feel forced. Natsumi has a way of making us feel as though she naturally levitates throughout life. When I asked her how others react to her jumping around Tokyo, here is a funny story that she shared. “One day, when I was jumping at a famous sightseeing spot in western Tokyo, workers at a souvenir shop were frightened by how I was jumping. They were whispering things like ‘Is the girl mentally ill’ and ‘Do we need to call the police?’ “So I stopped jumping and apologized to them by saying, ‘I am taking jumping photos for my wedding party’s slide show.’ Their faces turned bright red, and they said things like ‘Oh dear!’ and ‘Congratulations!’ and even ‘Keep jumping!’
Where Disney movies are set
don’t make me snap my fingers in a z formation
hip rotation
booty sensation
ＥＴＥＲＮＡＬ ＤＡＭＮＡＴＩＯＮ
*snaps fingers in a pentagram formation*
*says a Latin incantation*
*sacrifices a virgin to the dark lord Satan*
holy shit this got 100000000000% better
I want all British people to live with me
orite mate yer fookin skank tit arse fooking shank yer tits innit bled er yer not ard mate doorknob go sook yer moom innit man oh my days yer crap sooch a nobhead innit yew skank im a badoman innit yer a fookin coont go fookin stab yer arsehole fook you yer fookin slag
I want some British people to live with me
