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remnant 71: “What did Harvard teach you?”

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I see you rushing down
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?

“Sea of Love,” The National

Hear The National Talk About How They Wrote “Sea Of Love”

“I had to take a lot of courses that I hated,” [William Moulton Marston] explained. English A: Rhetoric and Composition was a required course for freshmen. “I wanted to write and English A, at Harvard, wouldn’t let you write,” he complained. “It made you spell and punctuate. If you wrote anything you felt like writing, enjoyed writing, your paper was marked flunk in red pencil.”

The Secret History of Wonder Woman, Jill Lepore

The Secret History of Wonder Woman, Jill Lepore

See E.E. Cummings: A Life, Susan Cheever, for a fellow Harvard graduate with Marston.

E.E. Cummings: A Life, Susan Cheever

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December 23, 2014 at 10:18 pm

remnant 70: “I was afraid I’d eat your brains”

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The sheep man cocked his head to one side. “Wow, that’s a tough one.”

“Please, tell me. My mother is waiting for me back home.”

“Okay, kid. Then I’ll give it to you straight. The top of your head’ll be sawed off and all your brain’ll get slurped right up.”

I was too shocked for words.

“You mean,” I said, when I had recovered, “you mean that old man’s going to eat my brains?”

“Yes, I’m really sorry, but that’s the way it has to be,” the sheep man said, reluctantly.

The Strange Library, Haruki Murakami

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“Conversation 16”

The National

…I was afraid
I’d eat your brains
I was afraid
I’d eat your brains
Cause I’m evil
Cause I’m evil…

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December 18, 2014 at 3:27 pm

remnant 68: “I was a television version of a person with a broken heart”

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Gwen Stacy

The Night Gwen Stacy Died. (c) Marvel Comics

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December 10, 2014 at 6:10 pm

remnant 66: “I wait for the click. I wait, but it doesn’t kick in”

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You said “I think I’m like Tennessee Williams”
I wait for the click. I wait, but it doesn’t kick in
I think I’m like Tennessee Williams
I wait for the click. I wait, but it doesn’t kick in

“City Middle,” The National

Brick: Somethin’ hasn’t happened yet.
Big Daddy: What’s that?
Brick: A click in my head.
Big Daddy: Did you say “click”?
Brick: Yes sir, the click in my head that makes me feel peaceful.
Big Daddy: Boy, sometimes you worry me.
Brick: It’s like a switch, clickin’ off in my head. Turns the hot light off and the cool one on, and all of a sudden there’s peace.
Big Daddy: Boy, you’re, you’re a real alcoholic!
Brick: That is the truth. Yes, sir, I am an alcoholic. So if you’d just excuse me…
Big Daddy: [grabbing him] No, I won’t excuse you.
Brick: Now I’m waitin’ for that click and I don’t get it. Listen, I’m all alone. I’m talkin’ to no one where there’s absolute quiet.
Big Daddy: You’ll hear plenty of that in the grave soon enough.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Tennessee Williams

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958)

 

 

 

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November 2, 2014 at 12:59 pm

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remnant 38: “I still owe money to the money to the money I owe”

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Seems both inspiring and disheartening that Matt Berninger, lead singer and lyricist of The National, understands inequity—and political leaders and much of the U.S. public don’t:

“Bloodbuzz Ohio,” The National

Stand up straight at the foot of your love
I’ll lift my shirt up
Stand up straight at the foot of your love
I’ll lift my shirt up

I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees
I never married but Ohio don’t remember me

Lay my head on the hood of your car
I take it too far
Lay my head on the hood of your car
I take it too far

I still owe money to the money to the money I owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home
I still owe money to the money to the money I owe
The floors are falling out from everybody I know

I’m on a bloodbuzz
Yes I am
I’m on a blood…buzz
I’m on a bloodbuzz
God I am
I’m on a blood…buzz

I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees
I never married but Ohio don’t remember me

I still owe money to the money to the money I owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home
I still owe money to the money to the money I owe
The floors are falling out from everybody I know

I’m on a bloodbuzz
Yes I am
I’m on a blood…buzz
I’m on a bloodbuzz
God I am
I’m on a blood…buzz

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November 7, 2013 at 8:23 pm

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