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So far, and I’m not very far, it seems that this girl
1. has been trapped under ground
2. is only surrounded by women but kept by men
3. her thought process is largely rooted in misogyny
Makes you kinda think: well we all kind of start at a misogynist baseline, even without exposure to things, it’s just the structure of societies. Good so far.

You guys wouldn’t believe what two themes this chapter consisted of.
If I told you it was his grandmother dying + being f’ed in the *ss for the first time and getting poopoocaca on the person what would you think. I’m actually fr.
“I sit, with all my theories, metaphors, and equations, Shakespeare and Milton, Barthes, Du Fu, and Homer, masters of death who can’t, at last, teach me how to touch my dead.”

“A page, turning, is a wing lifted with no twin, and therefore no flight. And yet we are moved.”

This book is changing me as a person.

This book hurts my feelings but it’s so good

This is one of the best written books I think I’ve ever read and I don’t know what that says about me. I think he’s a genius. I’m annotating but really I’m just underlining and bracketing every word or sentence he writes.

“The boy who would change what I knew of summer, how deep a season opens when you refuse to follow the days out of it. The boy from whom I learned there was something even more brutal than work—want.”

Haven’t been able to pick this up in awhile because of school, didn’t get to read much over spring break either :p
but finally getting to the gay stuff!! Yippee!!

Read a majority of the first book, onto the second installment

Like listening to an old friends stories

Read ab lil bug poems and how humans came to realize all life is precious

Picking through the Romantic Period rn for class

Liking this so far, doesn’t even feel like homework, and feel really lucky that this story is shared. Super cool that it’s about the yoop.

In the most respectful way, I have culture envy. Every Native story I hear is so beautiful.

“When I first started writing, I hated myself for being so uncertain, about images, clauses, ideas, even the pen or journal I used. Everything I wrote began with ‘maybe’ and ‘perhaps’ and ended with ‘I think’ or ‘I believe’. Even when know something to be true as bone I fear the knowledge will dissolve, will not, despite my writing it, stay real.”

I’m micro-dosing pure creation reading this

“Who will be lost in the story we tell ourselves? Who will be lost in ourselves? A story, after all, is a kind of swallowing. To open a mouth, in speech, is to leave only the bones, which remain untold.”

Okay was not expecting the consuming of monkey brains to be in this book but also his grandma is schizophrenic so.

“Because love, at its best, repeats itself. Shouldn’t it?”

Big owie so far. 2 chapters in and shaping up to make my god-tier shelf

“You once told me that the human eye is god’s loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, does even know there’s another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”

Granted I’m only 17 pages and 1 chapter in, but this might be the best writing I’ve ever read in my life.

#mommyissues

If the dead were truly to come back, what would they come back knowing? Could we face them?

“The way you get sideswiped is by going back.”

Very good so far, love her writing

“With a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity.”

Still wordy and bleh but I think I’m just bitter

:p

Death comes sweeping down the hallway in a lady’s dress
Death comes riding up the highway in its Sunday best
Death comes I can’t do nothing
Death goes there must be something that remains
A fire of an unknown origin took my baby away

casual mentions of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin make my head spin. hit a rough patch, it’s picking up now

“As it turned out, it was I who got one of the best horses.”

Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?

Determined to finish this but man is it boring. Like bro, I get it, you’re cool and know a bunch of people.

This whole book is just a New York indie kid trying to out diva everybody by name dropping the craziest pulls

Getting a big bored but in the best chapter of the book so idk what to say there. Idk what she’s talking ab and have no frame of reference but I know they’re super cool

I need to do some serious reflecting. Disappointed in myself that I didn’t give weight to the signs.

“Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.
… Yet sometimes that desire was nothing more than a wish to go backward where our mute light spread from hanging lanterns with mirrored panels.”