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The Shit: RATS by  Ryan Adams

“This city does not have a metallic heart and it does not beat for me—only I imagined that in my swollen hands, beating away the night letters. Those keys opened no doors but to my own desperate need to belong. What a stranger a young man can be to his own dreams. This was me, always.

–Ryan Adams, Long Player

*via Long Player with D.R. Adams, published 17 Sep. 2009, TheAwl.com

Art

As an expression of our inability to live up to the standards of experience, which aren’t even that high, art is transcendent, beating reality at its own game, making reality real, the imagination wearing mortal flesh, slumming, readying itself to go back to God after sprinkling its messages like apple seeds across a nation, which will grow into fruit-bearing trees.
        Because of this, artists have more, or less, sex, or the same amount. Think of Picasso and Kafka.
        Art is made instead: if life were enough, we wouldn’t. But we need art’s off ramp to a parallel road, less congested, more beautiful, where it means something just to pass by.



Craig Morgan Teicher is the author, most recently, of To Keep Love Blurry (BOA, 2012) and the chapbook Ambivalence and Other Conundrums (Omnidawn, Fall 2013).

How To Get Out of Bed In The Morning

1. No snooze buttons, ever. Snooze buttons prolong your torture. They train you to hate waking up. They force you to pull yourself out of the swampy delicious realm of sleep over, and over, and over again, like the masochist you are. Get an alarm without a snooze button, and put it out of reach if necessary.

2. Put a very warm robe right next to your bed, so that the dread of freezing your ass off isn’t added to the dread of facing your day.

3. Get plenty of sleep. Somehow I never put this together when I was younger, but getting out of bed is much, much easier when you’re sleeping enough. (No, ample napping will not do the trick.)

4. Don’t go to bed very late every single night. Sleeping from 10-6 a.m. feels a million times better than sleeping from 2-10 a.m. Those are not quality sleeping hours. The earlier you go to bed (not every night, but most of the time), the more rested you’ll feel in general, and the less you’ll struggle in the morning.

5. Get a coffee maker with a timer on it.

6. Set your alarm so that you wake up earlier, not later. If you give yourself the minimum possible time to get ready, you’ll associate getting ready with panic and failure, and you’ll never want to get out of bed. Instead, leave extra time, sip your coffee, take a hot shower, and relax your way into the day.

7. Think really hard about what it would mean to flunk out of college. Imagine that alarm means you’re late to your job flipping burgers, instead of just late for class. You really want to land there, just because you didn’t get enough sleep at night? That would fucking suck. Get serious about your schedule and your life and don’t let that happen.

—  Ask Polly.

The early and mid-90s Entertainment Weekly was a trade magazine for the masses: A publication that promised to make consumers, whether 11 or 45, into near-experts. It took a while to figure out the format—at first, it was a little too snobby New Yorker and not enough Henry Luce-style middlebrow—but by the mid-90s, it had hit its stride.

The Trials of ‘Entertainment Weekly’: One Magazine’s 24 Years of Corporate Torture

making it as a writer and as a woman in the big apple

from this article on theawl.com

In 1967, Patti Smith wrote in Just Kids, she was considering a move to New York City. “I had enough money for a one-way ticket. I planned to hit all the bookstores in the city. This seemed ideal work to me.” Twenty-seven years before her, in 1940, Shirley Jackson and her soon-to-be husband Stanley Hyman graduated from Syracuse and moved to New York. According to this biography, “For quite some time they had known exactly what they were going to do: move to New York City, live as cheaply as possible, take menial jobs if necessary and wait for the Big Break. Not just wait—push for it.”

read the rest here…

We’ve changed the way we think of ourselves as citizens. We don’t think of ourselves as citizens in the old sense of being small parts of something larger and infinitely more important to which we have serious responsibilities. We do still think of ourselves as citizens in the sense of being beneficiaries–we’re actually conscious of our rights as American citizens and the nation’s responsibilities to us and ensuring we get our share of the American pie. We think of ourselves now as eaters of the pie instead of makers of the pie. So who makes the pie?
—  from David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King featured on www.theawl.com

My sister teaches languages at a school in the northeast and did not actually witness the composition of this masterpiece, but a colleague confides that the two girls (both second-graders) had finished their work about 12 minutes early and decided to write a “book” using napkins (possibly from a classroom birthday party?), with staples for the binding.

Second-Graders Explain The 24 Stages Of True Love