June 2011
1 post
“In his début pamphlet, Max Wallis traces the year-long course of a love affair...”
May 2011
1 post
Max Wallis: Ways Not To Fall In Love →
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I will not ask your name in case it becomes my new lullaby turned over and over again. I will not kiss you first in case, pecked, it remains with me a silent signature of your lips. I will not dance with you in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams watching between Love and Like. I will not tell you my hopes in case you fall for those and not for me. I will not...
November 2010
8 posts
Anonymous asked: I think it's inconsiderate that this guy falls for me and tells me he's head over heels for me when he's going off to a foreign country in just a few months. I tried to ignore him in the beginning, finding all sorts of reasons for us to not be together. But he persisted and somehow we got on the same wavelength, so we started dating. Even so, I've been trying to hold back my...
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The wish that I can’t have
I want you to love me, this much is true, but dreaming hard won’t make it so. And the wish that I can’t have is you. Kisses that shouldn’t from which love grew; but you kept saying let’s keep it slow. I want you to love me, this much is true. Of course, these feelings aren’t even new; when we first met you made them flow. And the wish that I can’t have is you. I tell myself you must have some...
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Love in a time of apocalypse
A hard thing to talk about so here’s a 200-word story in the long tradition of love and death:
I will always remember our last moments: memories literally burned into what’s left of my mind. We were sitting on the grass near the mountain’s summit, eating sandwiches and resting our feet, the green valley laid out before us, the sea a distant glimmer, buzzards mewing to each other as they...
Deansgate Forest
© Matthew Delooze
The moonlit dusk, silver and laden with howls, Elusive, fornicating moonlight sets the wolf, Upon the Deansgate forest of slick streets and sexy struts, They crave the wolf, stalking beneath subtle growls. They all tell the same stories, Their hearts, souls and handbags chewed and mocked, Blood-stained humiliation, left cold and exposed, By a buzz, illumination, streetlamp fame....
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Graze
The moments were fleeting, the touches: electric. Streaking before your eyes leaving only the dusty trail of memories. She let her fingers graze his arm- so light she could have simply imagined it- and watched as the sky fell, pooling at her feet.
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Love is insane....
Love is plainly said Insane….
Think about it.
What emotion forgives the unforgivable.
Trusts contrary to logic and reasoning.
Gives without asking for a re seat.
Creates and destroys. Never gives up and fights for strangers and the guilty….
And yet…who has or who could live a life time with out tastein its rich fruit.
Love man…
Its an adictive drug…
LOVE
Sometimes love is first sight.
Sometimes love grows slowly over time.
Love is looking at your husband/partner after years and still being able to smile when you wake up, and he’s laying beside you, snoring like a foghorn.
Or it’s that’s a certain look when you’re sitting watching telly or reading a book and you see him looking at you, just watching you with a smile on...
October 2010
27 posts
'I love you' is the new 'goodbye'
© Tim Kershaw
‘I love you’ is the new ‘goodbye’ and love, like respect, has become a human right that we expect to arrive, tied up in a ribbon, to give meaning to our lives. Only, all this wallowing in the miracle of love demonstrates our underlying awareness that love is nowhere near as easy to come by as we pretend. That you may, in fact, never find love at all (at least not in the DNA-altering...
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The Squirrel and the Chipmunk by David Sedaris
http://iliveonmars.tumblr.com/post/1324726003/the-squirrel-and-the-chipmunk-by-david-sedaris
This is one of my favourite love stories that I hope you will share; it’s beautiful and sad all at once.
I'm 15 and I think love is just annoying
Love is something very difficult to live with. I’m 15 and I think love is just annoying when people lie about it. I still don’t know whether I loved the person or not, but they were so convinced that they were in love with me that I just let myself open up like a flower blooming. It went on like this for 2 years until he suddenly stopped. He was rather infatuated with me and I was...
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If it’s love towards God or your parents, siblings or your friends (got to say real best friends), i don’t think it is that annoying. i believe it’s the purest kind of love since you tend to love those people whatever happens along the way. Even if they did something wrong to you, it seemed love makes you pick up the pieces and then trust them all over again. The pain might still...
I feel I have to have love in order to make sense...
I feel I have to have love in order to make sense in the modern world. Without a boyfriend (my current situation) I feel incomplete, and useless. Most people put all there effort in to getting a good job, lots of money, a nice house, a nice car, material possesions. I put all my effort into finding a relationship which is loving and romantic, finding love.
Love is.
Love is waking up next to him and breathing in his scent, listening to his heartbeat and faint snores. Love is knowing how he has his coffee and eggs of a morning, and how he loves his toast with both butter and peanut butter. Love is him hating your cat and yet feeding it every day regardless. Love is finishing off each other’s sentences; it’s the silence that happens when you both...
To be completely honest, I view this as a load of...
I have abandonment issues. I do not feel like I ever truly knew love when I was growing up. This has created a stigma in my head that tells me that love will save me. That it will make my life complete. I fully believe in love. I feel that to love is to live. Without love in your heart for someone you are not truly living. I believe a life lived on your own, is a life wasted. What good are the...
“Can you remember what clothes the other person was wearing the first time you...”
Scott asked you to the prom instead of Julia like...
Scott asked you to the prom instead of Julia like everyone said he would. Julia’s angry at you, but you can’t help it: you like him.
When he picked you up, you had never seen anyone look at you like that before. Well, you had, but you didn’t want to think about him right now. You just wanted to think about Scott and how he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl.
His mom...
Speechless
© Sephy Pariente
No words can explain. This runs deeper than comprehension. It starts and ends with a powerful feeling, with tender touches in between. I can’t describe the way you make my body quiver, when your lips and hands touch mine. I can’t describe the butterflies that live inside my middle, and the way you make my heart beat fast and slow simultaneously. I can’t define...
Love Song
© Adam Fine
“He’s a nineteen-year-old, writing as a middle-aged man musing on his final, pitiful years,” I explain to her, my enthusiasm exposing the near-reverence I feel for the piece. She tells me flatly, “It sounds conceited.” I notice a marked conciseness in both her questions and comments, which I disdain and respect in equal parts. “But that’s just it,” I press on; “He pulls it off...
Love is ground we’ll never be common on - it’s a...
You’ll probably never quite remember the beginning because as soon as you’re ‘in love’ your life is sure to speed in motion very quickly, you’ll probably remember the middle and certainly never forget the end. I say this because I don’t believe love can last a lifetime - sure, it can but it evolves into something so much more static.
Love in it’s purest...
Ode to a Fake Pearl Earring
© Erica Sisavat
Here is a poem I wrote a while back about an earring he found on the floor and gave to me. It doesn’t sound like much, but to me it was one of the sweetest thing.
Ode to a Fake Pearl Earring I do not know its previous owner Nor have I met its twin. It came to me, Tucked in my lovers pocket, A fake pearl earring. He found it on the floor—lying there— Dirtied...
You guys sure stretch what love’s about don’tcha? Still, let’s get some artwork coming in or some stories. We have some prose and poetry coming this weekend and on Monday to break apart the lovey dovey and the heartbreak: ‘I’m 15 and I think love is just annoying’. Talk to me about love :).
I followed him out of his house in the dark
© Erica Sisavat
This is the kind of love people think will fail to stand the test of time: the first love. The one I found in middle school, didn’t realize until senior year of high school that I loved him type of love. The love where I can’t compare with anyone else because I haven’t had the chance to love another and don’t wish to, at least for now. We don’t even...
Love, For Susie - 13th October 2010
© Adam Fine, courtesy of Matador Records
It’s at once mutually intelligible and universally unique, a fingerprint.
It’s lost in presence—given and understood, and the word itself is spoken but ultimately wasted and untimely in absence, that which fills a negative space.
It’s ‘samiches’ and terribly uttered fake, fake Texan accents, always with a smile and the loveliest sideways glance. It’s...
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Love is a Combination of Three Emotions and...
It is when we feel desire (first), which causes one to be vulnerable (second), which then one has to be brave (third). This is something I read about in an article about modern love.
I am slave to this. I hate this. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know how to fall in love because it is painful, debilitating. He is far away and nighttimes are different without someone to hold to. I don’t...
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10.24.2010
Dear Eric,
Today would have been our 4 year anniversary. I still remember the day you asked me out like it was yesterday. I remember it was a little foggy, and the ground was a bit wet, as we walked off the field and started talking. I remember the preceding days of us dancing around the topic, kind of flirting, but mostly being awkward. I remember last year you were in Washington, and that we...
euphonicentropy asked: To me, love is so many things. Love is the sick feeling in my stomach when I realize I'm alone (my boyfriend of two years split recently). Love is the anger spreading through me, quickly, with every pulse of my blood, then dissipating when he says something to relax me. Love is waking up in the morning and hoping for something for once in my life. Love is falling asleep broken but falling...
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When I think of love, I think of my grandmother’s aged, bunched up hands. I think of the arthritis that closed up the joints and how ugly, how scary it must’ve looked like to other people who never knew my grandmother. I think about the meals she still cooked, the bandaids she placed on me, the tears of her children that she wiped away, the hair she plaited, the flowers she...
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Not cry. Seethe.
What is all this shit anyway?
How a crap American film about an old woman whose husband died and she takes a pilgrimage with her grand-daughter to spread his ashes at the place they honeymooned on their anniversary can make me seethe. Not cry. Seethe. Seethe with anger at the fact that this is not going to happen for me. Seethe that I have been taken in again and again about love. Seethe that I...
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love?
is it possible…
to fall in love in two weeks? actually, i should say within two weeks. because the feelings were already strong enough by the end of that time that having to leave practically tore me apart. he said goodbye. i said goodbye. we hugged. i wore a brave face and pretended i didn’t want it to mean more than it did. i mean, a hug can only mean as much as the least invested person wants....
Anonymous asked: Love, I suppose is nice. It's a bit like communism though, in that I'm not sure how effective it is. I always hoped that love would be like how I'd expected being really very clever to be, that somehow it would make something all easy and unfolded, but sadly I've found that neither is true. You can love someone very much and still do despicable things to them. I'd...
My love
I’m in a long distance relationship. And I’ve know my love for over three years. He saved me from everything bad going on in my life. I fell for him and we’ve been through hell together. We’ve only been more than friends for little over a year. It’s been the most amazing year of my life. And I’m in love. There aren’t words I can find to tell you what...
Anna Percy - Bucket Love
One of the ways in which I'm gathering information about love is through conversations with friends. Here's Anna Percy's experience. She told me about it on MSN.
Anna: Did I ever tell you about my bucket definition of love?
Me: Nope.
Anna: The day I had food posioning and he made me stay in bed by saying, ''Look you are really ill, you can't keep getting up I don't care if you throw up in front of me, here's a bucket stay in bed.''
Anna: I mean I could lie and say it was the night I met him with his morrissey sideburns swinging a bunch of daffodils in a mac on the way to a party, or a hundred other more romantic things, but it was the bucket and when he came to my great aunts funeral that made me know we were in love.
Tell Me
Tell me in poems, tell me in art, tell me in stories, tell me in memories, tell me in postcards covered in your favourite things, tell me in philosophy, tell me in history, tell me in any way you like. Talk to me about love. x
Talk To Me About Love
Talk to me about love. Tell me what it means to you. Tell me who, or what, your first crush was. Tell me who you’re pining for and who you hate. Obsession, hate and love are so closely linked. Tell me about the boy in fifth grade who brought you a pebble with your name scratched onto it. Tell me about your grandfather, aged eighty-six, kissing his wife goodbye. Tell me about your new...