every scholar is a schism —

marcel - aries. 26. they.
healthy, whole, poor impulse control.

gracelandmp3:

hey, dont cry. three hundred sixty five mountain goats live sets on archive.org, okay?

some bootlegs i like bc this post didnt get enough attention the first time imo:

  • 1999-01-27 - Cat’s Cradle: letter from a motel. you’re in maya. poltergeist. 02-75. merle haggard cover. whats better than this.
  • 2013-06-14 - Taft Theatre Ballroom: ALPHA CHUM GATHERER SUPREMACY!! also this is a rly fun performance of commandante and the crowds rly into it. thats what this is all about imo. he does the boys are back in town for the encore
  • 2014-06-14 and 2014-06-15 - Bottom of the Hill: these two 2014 shows in san francisco where jd played all of transmissions to horace and taboo vi: the homecoming, respectively. rly recommend the taboo vi one its a great set
  • 1997-03-xx - NYU: i just think this one is fun. audio quality isnt great but the set list doesnt miss imo!! chanson du bon chose + sinaloan milk snake song + one of my fav performances of minnesota
  • 2016-10-29 - Hi-Dive: initially thought this was a different hi dive show with a really good performance of carmen cicero but i still really like this set. spilling towards alpha. tulsa imperative. grateful dead cover. also p sure i met the guy who recorded this bootleg at a show a few years ago and he was really nice so. shoutouts.
  • 2009-03-27: The Music Hall of the Society for Ethical Culture: nyctaper usually doesnt record bad sets honestly but i like this one a lot its got great deep cuts. un reve plus long que la nuit. hawaiian feeling. from tg&y. john vanderslice is here,

anyways imo everyone should go to the mountain goats wiki pages for their favorite deep cuts and just like . look through the live shows they were played at until u find one with a recorded setlist u like! its a good time! been doing it a lot lately bc i have mental illness and theyre not touring the west coast this spring

bulletsgirl:

The truth is, I’m in over my head here. What I’m trying to explain is my experience. That’s absurd. And antithetical to the poem (which is my life). How about this map of my brain:

speaking in tongues ≈ nonlinearity ≈ vulnerability ≈ terrifying/blessed body ≈ queerness ≈ violence/love ≈ delight/fear ≈ wonder/constraint ≈ poetry ≈ surrender ≈ god ≈ body + bodies + space

I always want to be surrounded by readers. Which is to say, I always want to be surrounded by queers.

I’m still a mess of influences, accents, inflections. If I still believe in god, it’s because there are moments when I’m actually able to sit still inside my body and feel both solid and permeable. I want language both untamable and untranslatable—benevolent and terrifying—a poetry that is. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to speak in a tongue that both is and is not my tongue again.

TC Tolbert, “Speaking in Tongues: How we cannot see the fire by which we’ve been touched,” The Queer South: LGBTQ Writers on the American South

hotcassavetessummer:

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leonard cohen, “one of these days”

bulletsgirl:

(Delusional guy voice) there has to be a way

pillsburysoyboy:

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putting on the high vis corset and running in front of cars across a dark country road like a deer




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suppermariobroth:

Luigi… thunder. 

This is still the most confusing post this blog has ever made

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what have i done

the idea that this might have been made in 2012 is fucking terrifying because it sounds like it’s supposed to be a parody of Thunder by Imagine Dragons

The longer this post goes the more questions it raises.

the only plausible explanation is that imagine dragon’s thunder is a parody of luigi thunder

world heritage post

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blackberrybi:

JANE KENYON EVENING SUN Why does this light force me back to my childhood? I wore a vellow summer dress, and the skirt made a perfect circle. Turning and turning until it flared to the limit was irresistible . . . . The grass and trees, my outstretched arms, and the skirt whirled in the ochre light of an early June evening. And I knew then that I would have to live, and go on living: what sorrow it was; and still what sorrow ignites but does not consume my heart.ALT

jane kenyon, evening sun

pregnantconrartweller:

when your beloved mutual turns your zero note flop post into a one note flop post <33333

wickedlittlecritta:

mech with “student driver” stickers slapped all over it

greenmountainwitch:

What’s the professional way to say “I love sorting things bc of the ‘tism”

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