Gina

Grad student.
New York City for now.

“People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.”

– Kathleen Winter, Annabel (via splitterherzen)

The fact that so many people think that just because I want to teach elementary students means I’m definitely going to have a kid soon really says it all about how teaching as a profession is viewed in the US. Meaning, it’s not viewed as a profession at all.

shakypigment:

St. Petersburg, 1930’s. Photo by Boris Ignatovich.


Last night I dreamt that I was going on a trip to St. Petersburg, and I think it’s because I just started reading Deathless. Glad that what I’m reading has started to invade my dreams again.

shakypigment:

St. Petersburg, 1930’s. Photo by Boris Ignatovich.

Last night I dreamt that I was going on a trip to St. Petersburg, and I think it’s because I just started reading Deathless. Glad that what I’m reading has started to invade my dreams again.

from “Rhapsody on a Windy Night” by T.S. Eliot

Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said, “Regard that woman
Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin.”

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap. […]


— For when we run away and live in the woods.Young couple quit jobs and build this $500 home (click photo for full article)

— For when we run away and live in the woods.
Young couple quit jobs and build this $500 home (click photo for full article)