If you get the hankerin’ that your ego or emotional wave length needs cut down to size— write for a couple hours. You’ll get reeeal sick of yourself reeeeeeal quick.
Too many of my seconds are preoccupied with decoding life’s puzzles, arranging and rearranging these pieces until they (hopefully) click, trying to make sense of anything enough to banter about it between those caught in the rut of wanting different, more thoughtful answers. The ups and downs and lefts and rights and T’s and Y’s, fallings in and fallings out, cynicism and optimism, crisis meeting...
Anonymous asked: What are you majoring in?
xwilson: Talk Story: (March 30, 2012) This idea of “talk story” essentially formed two years ago, just because I’ve learned that most of us will reach a point where we either lose God or we go deeper… as deep as we can go. We’ll go. So I read. Madly. I consumed myself with poetics, artistics, and theologians. I took physical hold of THEIR words and thoughts on who God was. I read and...
rhetoric & green tea lemonades: an update
Out of the corner of my eye I watched her straighten her legs on the bed. She’s reading, and she assumes I’m reading, but all I can think about is the way her foot gently nudged her bottle of sunscreen, which gently nudged the pile of plastic Easter eggs and candy wrappers at the end of her bed further from her— if only slightly— while she seamlessly dove deeper into her...
“It’s not always 2 + 2 = 4. Don’t you hate math and love English?” - Rickey Cotton: my Ghandi
“and so on, each thing standing for a separate idea, and those ideas forming the constellation of my greater idea. And one day, when I need to tell myself something intelligent about love, I’ll close my eyes and recall this room and everything in it” Li-Young Lee