It’s impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many.The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
Strings of language extend in every direction to bind the world into a rushing, ribald whole.“The Indian Uprising” Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts, Donald Barthelme
I wanted to say a certain thing to a certain man, a certain true thing that had crept into my head. I opened my head, at the place provided, and proceeded to pronounce the true thing that lay languishing there—that is, proceeded to propel that trueness, that felicitous trularity, from its place inside my head out into world life. The certain man stood waiting to receive it. His face reflected an eager accepting-ness. Everything was right. I propelled, using my mind, my mouth, all my muscles. I propelled. I propelled and propelled. I felt trularity inside my head moving slowly through the passage provided (stained like the caves of Lascaux with garlic, antihistamines, Berloiz, a history, a history) toward its debut on the world stage. Past my teeth, with their little brown sweaters knitted of gin and cigar smoke, toward its leap to critical scrutiny. Past my lips, with their tendency to flake away in cold weather—“A Picture History of the War” Unspeakable Practices, Unnatural Acts, Donald Barthelme
The aim of literature… is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.Donald Barthelme (via quotesbitches)
Chris Hadfield produced a remake of David Bowie’s “Space Oddity” on the International Space Station. Because he is awesome.
Professor Ed Copeland explains the cosmic background radiation, and why it’s so amazing.
Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.Edward Abbey, in A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (via anarcho-queer)
Photos that speak: Fuck your fountain. Fuck your tree. Fuck voter suppression. Fuck your labels. Fuck your stereotypes. Fuck your hatred. Fuck your restaurants. Fuck that dude. Fuck police brutality. Fuck white supremacy.