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angelo-randagio · 15 days
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I wish I could show father brown jesus at the gay bar by jay hulme I think he would really really really really like it I think it would make him cry and he'd ask me to make a copy of it so he could keep it forever
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angelo-randagio · 2 months
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Jenny Holzer
from Living (1980-1982)
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angelo-randagio · 2 months
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Ernest Hemingway // Unknown
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angelo-randagio · 2 months
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Joseph Brodsky, translated by Howard Moss, from a poem titled "I Sit By The Window,"
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angelo-randagio · 2 months
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Holly Black, The Prisoner's Throne
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angelo-randagio · 2 months
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Rafael Guillén, tr. by Sandy McKinney, from I’m Speaking; “Poem for the voice of Marilyn Monroe”
[Text ID: “I hear your voice; it beats between my teeth,”]
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angelo-randagio · 3 months
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Georges Bataille, Erotism: Death and Sensuality
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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A navigation of some adult relationships
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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MANHOOD i want manhood soft / manhood tender / manhood kneeling down to be eye to eye with a child asking a question / i don't want to look down on anyone / least of all someone so new to the world / i want manhood leaning on a fence watching the horses in the fields / no need to bother them / we're all just figuring out how to live for the first time / manhood working with something in my still soft hands / hands that never wish to make acquaintances with violence or become strangers with love / manhood never raising my voice higher than my pride except only in cheers and laughter / manhood never allowing my pride to be made smaller than the insects who rest their wings on my fingertips manhood soft / manhood tender / manhood joyous, defiant, wanted / manhood of my own creation and nobody elses
[IMAGE ID: "i refuse to take up the sisyphean task of striving for a manhood i do not even with to possess" in pink wavy text. the background is a black and white depiction of sisyphus holding the boulder. the image is decorated with white, black, and pink stars and hearts. END]
<3 if you'd like to help me out during my hysto recovery in august - my kofi is here <3
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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— via jitterati
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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“Americans are paranoiac on the question of homosexuality. I’ve loved a few men and a few women. Love comes in very strange packages. The trick is to say yes to life.”
— James Baldwin, in James Baldwin from Another Place (1973), directed by Sedat Pakay
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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sevdaliza !!
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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preach all you want, but who’s gonna save me?
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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[Italiano]
Ogni mattino si sfuma con l'altro / non so per quanto potrò ancora resistere / la nebbia nella mia testa si fa più fitta / fatemi uscire da qui / non mi rimane altro che l'ultima sigaretta / e un cattivo sapore nella mia bocca secca / giuro su Dio / che non ho mai voluto questa vita / nato per errore / forzato a vivere per inerzia / e giuro su Dio / che questo non sono io / ma stai forzando la mia mano / dove ho messo la pistola?
[English]
Each morning blurs with the other / I don't know for how much longer I can resist / the fog in my head is growing more dense / let me out of here / I have nothing left but my last cigarette / and a bad taste in my dry mouth / I swear to God / that I never wanted this life / born in error / forced to live by inertia / and I swear to God / that this isn't me / but you're forcing my hand / where is my gun?
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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talladega
i’m becoming my father,  but how can you become  someone you don’t even know? 
darlington, coors light. i was raised on nascar, raised on dust,  raised on country,  raised on rock n’ roll. 
i still miss you sometimes,  in july when the nights  get heavy and humid.  why don’t you answer  the phone anymore? 
i was sixteen going nowhere,  saw seventeen alive.  i’m eighteen and i like it. 
i’ve torn down every dirt road  in this rearview town just trying  to find my heart where it fell  off the tailgate in the summer of ’14. 
remember when we said we’d go to talladega?
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angelo-randagio · 4 months
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"there are many gods in this world and they don't give a damn"
— so once was i, dogs d'amour
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