Too real
Posts by Anthony Garrett
Millions in the US celebrate today as Palm Sunday, the day of Jesus' 'triumphal' (a word ironic and not) entry into Jerusalem. The narrative is he rode an ass, not as conquerer, but the text's word is 'meek'.
I pray for the day those who claim Jesus will bend their swords into ploughshares.
The Politics of Friendship by Jacques Derrida
"When will we be ready for an experience of freedom and equality that is capable of respectfully experiencing that friendship, which would at last be just, just beyond the law, and measured up against its measurelessness?"
Thank you!!! 💖✨
Thank you!!! 💞💖
Thank you, Seph! Glad to be seen!
Thank you, Jacqui!! Fingers crossed.
Спасибо, Елена!
🥹🥰 thank you!!!
Thank you, Radz!
Thank you, Cait!!
Adam, we put a little dent in the universe on March 23! Happy to share it with you! Happy birthday!!
Thank you, my guy! 💙
Thank you, Aarik! Happy to be mentally young with you!
Reflecting on turning 42 today, I realized the knowledge, ability, and the balance tipping ever so slightly toward self assuredness from self doubt I have in my early forties was what I thought my early twenties were going to be like.
You know how kids sometimes cry when they make adults laugh?
My kids constantly take and lose my phone charger for their various tablets and Nintendo Switches so, for my birthday today, my youngest was excited to give me a charger, something she picked out all by herself, before I even woke up.
Profound, I know! But it has helped a lot.
The idea I used to get myself to write the last couple days:
Rather than the usual big moments (birth, graduation, marriage, death, job, etc.), what are the small events that symbolically play the role those more obvious things.
Which of those do I still need to write in this book.
The thought I had this morning when I wore shorts somewhere other than the gym for the first time in a number of months.
Why the Novel Is Necessary but Sometimes Hard to Read It happens in time. Years passed until the old woman, one snowy morning, realized she has never loved her daughter. Or, Five years later she answered the door, and her suitor had returned almost unrecognizable from his journeys But before you get to that part you have to learn the names you have to suffer not knowing anything about anyone and slowly come to understand who each of them is, or who each of them imagines him or her self to be- and then, because you are the reader, you must try to understand who you think each of them is because of who you believe yourself to be in relation to their situation or your memory of one very much like it. Oh it happens in time and time is hard to live through. I can't read anything anymore, my dying brother said one afternoon, not even letters. Come on, Come on, he said, waving his hand in the air, What am I interested in-plot? You come upon the person the author put there as if you'd been pushed into a room and told to watch the dancing- pushed into pantries, into basements, across moors, into the great drawing rooms of great cities, into the small cold cabin, or to here, beside the small running river where a boy is weeping, and no one comes,
"What am I interested in—plot?"
—Marie Howe
The beginning of fall is short sleeves and pants weather. The beginning of spring is sweatshirts and shorts.
Shoutout the homies who overexplain in texts.
It's me. I'm the homies.
Having a baby was cool because he was tiny and snuggly, but my six year old is still mostly snuggly and also can quote most season 2-9 Simpsons episodes, which is objectively better
Callum Turner, Alia Shawkat, and Anton Yelchin performing as punk band The Ain't Rights in the film Green Room.
I love it so completely
That's enough reductionist film readings for one day.
In my limited experience people like the quoted poster read and watch with fewer narratives than most. There are endless stories, including contemporary ones, of the sort they claim to want.
150 x 365 = 54,750
Chase Infiniti in her incredible debut as Willa Ferguson in One Battle After Another.
I watched this film three times in October. I watched it a fourth tonight. I cry more every time.
And I cried a lot the first time.
From a certain point of view, a good bookstore is at least mildly antagonistic toward popular culture.