Mondays are fine. It’s your life that sucks.

Hand raised in a crowded room –
What use is poetry?

Standing apart I looked at her and said –

We have poetry
So we do not die of history.

I had no idea what I meant.

Meena Alexander, from Question Time (via violentwavesofemotion)

These days, everybody is supposed to be so intelligent: ‘Isn’t it terrible about Nixon getting elected?’ ‘Did you hear about the earthquake in Peru?’ And you’re supposed to have all the answers. But when it gets down to the nitty-gritty, like, ‘What is bugging you, mister? Why can’t you make it with your wife? Why do you lie awake all night staring at the ceiling? Why, why, why do you refuse to recognize you have problems and deal with them?’ The answer is that people have forgotten how to relate or respond. In this day of mass communications and instant communications, there is no communication between people. Instead it’s long-winded stories or hostile bits, or laughter. But nobody’s really laughing. It’s more an hysterical, joyless kind of sound. Translation: ‘I am here and I don’t know why.’

John Cassavetes (via petrichour)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

fatifer:

Alexander McQueen, Spring/Summer 1996.