“whats ur social? i need it bc u are my benificiary bc if i’m dead mom will most likely be already lol”
— my sister’s getting life insurance!
My name is Meaghan O'Connell.
I live in Brooklyn and work at Kickstarter.
or here I am on Twitter.
Stuff on Tumblr I like/d.
• C&C
• Questions?
Life is hard. Here is someone.
I live in Brooklyn and work at Kickstarter.
or here I am on Twitter.
Stuff on Tumblr I like/d.
• C&C
• Questions?
Life is hard. Here is someone.
To the people who don’t see why this is sad:
He put his sunglasses in his little cloth drawstring sunglasses pouch thing —
then he put them in a hard case.
Are you with me now?
Typed this into my phone today mid minor emotional breakdown on the L train platform (which was experiencing a 30 minute delay — all I could think was, Someone better have died). Anyway, holds up.
I am so angry at the world tonight because I can’t find a way to watch episode 2 of Girls online for free. ::shakes fist:: (update, thanks pirate friends!)
Argh.
So I guess I could tell you I read these two books over the weekend. Dustin brought them home from work at my behest.
“tHE OLD ONE IS ABOUT CRIPPLING ILLNESS. yOU UP FOR THAT? i MEAN, SHE SURVIVES, SO. DID YOU KNOW SHE’S A GENIUS NOW?”
I don’t know why he was doing all caps, but I accepted it.
He got home around 11pm and I stayed up past 2 reading the first one. Then on Sunday I read the second one in the middle of the day, on the couch, while it rained.
They are very good. Sort of detached, lyric, very measured, distilled shit. Like Lydia Davis and Maggie Nelson kinda stuff. I’M INTO IT.
I wish I had them to read again. I mean, I do. But it’s not the same!
Sarah Manguso! She’s also a poet. I am in her corner.
“To decide to do “this” as a living is to invite barbs that generally pile up around gender and power. The poet is a fag, the poet is a drag, the poet is righteous. But really I think people resent our freedom. Our choice to keep doing something they may have done badly when they were younger and were full of feeling and to keep doing something that supposedly anyone can do – making something out of something as practical and mundane as language is to brand oneself as a lifelong fool rather than merely a fool in her youth. People feel sad about what they disavowed to become who they are now. Poets are human of course and have disavowed plenty, but to stand behind this nonetheless significant or foolish act – it’s a kind of self identifying, self categorizing act (like language itself) that enrages people exactly in the place where they’ve made choices and need to assume you haven’t. This – to be a poet – was the biggest choice in my life, and I suffer fools gladly and have a great life. Look at this. I just wrote a book called snowflake, for god’s sake.”
This is how my alma mater — Notre Dame — addresses the “sexual assaults on campus.” (37 reported since 2005! Reported!) The article is called, “Anything But Clear” and is Reason #3456789965:22457 why I fucking hate the fact that I still owe these people upwards of 30 thousand dollars for the privilege of having my mind fucked for four years.
My boyfriend agreed that sure, my face qualifies as a plausible face in the ensemble cast of a Terence Davies film. He will never live this down.
