just got here
saving you a table
hey
you on your way?
hey
are you coming?
You forget what you want to remember
and you remember what you want to forget
look
it’s fine if you can’t make it
it’s just people are starting to head home
but if you’re on your way
Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave
oh
um
okay
I just thought you said you were going to try to make it
that’s all
it’s fine
I’ll have another birthday next year so it’s no big deal
yesterday is all that does count
What else is there?
Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of
Nothin else
okay well
thanks
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge
exists without my consent
oh
you tell em that
tell who?
tell em
tell everything that exists that i don’t know about yet
it’s not allowed
i don’t know if that’s
i don’t know if i can do that
There is no forgiveness for women.
A man may lose his honor and regain it again.
But a woman cannot. She cannot.
well
you know
real shame, that
what’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss
i dunno
five bucks maybe
why
no reason
is the fire real
is what fire real
is the fire real? are you carrying it?
what fire are you talking about
the fire inside you
where is the fire
oh it’s just a little fire
kept it small
kept it hidden
you know what
what
the freedom of birds is an insult to me
where are you going
you know where
please don’t do anything to birds
I’m coming over
Carry the fire
WHAT FIRE
you’ll see
Tags: books, cormac mccarthy, texts from
YES
the freedom of birds is an insult to me
Especially with Thanksgiving coming up.
I keep thinking that the person receiving the texts is, you know, the same person- poor sap, with all their terrible, terrible friends
what’s the most you’ve ever lost on a coin toss
IDK, why
don’t bet on haircuts
wtf
when you see me you’ll understand
The freedom of birds is an insult to us all
Merry xmas, dude
There is no god and we are his prophets
Merry xmas, dude
There is no god and we are his prophets
Has anyone seen The Counselor yet? That Cameron Diaz/car scene was hilarious.
Ugh I remember reading Blood Meridian in college and my male Prof practically worshiped him.
An ex-ladyfriend once physically removed it from my hands and replaced it with a copy of The Story Of Red.
I also had to read Blood Meridian in college! Why?? Thankfully we were assigned Ceremony after that so I managed to stay sane.
no reason
Oh my god I just lost it
“well
you know
real shame, that”
HA!
Nice.
i think i may owe it to you to show you this?
http://yelpingwithcormac.tumblr.com
I’m perceiving a bird theme undergirding many of these “Texts From.” Anyone else? I kind of love it but also don’t really know what to make of it all the way. . .
“texts from” is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
that’s great emily but could you unlock the door now
its cold out here
ill throw you a shawl
from the high window
it will float down like a bird
Em UNLOCK THE DOOR
"texts from" is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
that's great emily but could you unlock the door now
its cold out here
ill throw you a shawl
from the high window
it will float down like a bird
Em UNLOCK THE DOOR
A little late finding this text, but then again, my poem was published five years ago. For your reading pleasure:
On “The Road”
A man, boy, and cart
Gray ash coats all surfaces
Abandoned houses.
Okay, he says.
But I’m really scared.
Okay.
Few survive, scant food:
scavengers and cannibals
heart versus evil
Darkness, forest fires.
Weary walkers go nowhere.
Few apostrophes.
Cold, rain, danger.
All bleak, colorless, scary:
repeat as needed.