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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Stolen Word</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @stolenword)</generator><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Looks like what drives me crazy
Don’t have no effect on you—
But I’m gonna keep on..."</title><description>““Looks like what drives me crazy&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t have no effect on you—&lt;br/&gt;
But I’m gonna keep on at it&lt;br/&gt;
Till it drives you crazy, too.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;― Langston Hughes, Selected Poems&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50628423784</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50628423784</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 23:28:47 -0400</pubDate><category>words</category><category>writer</category><category>langston hughes</category><category>crazy</category><category>effect</category><category>people</category><category>word</category><category>writing</category><category>writers</category><category>you</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m78jbeLsAb1qeq0d5o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50475564361</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50475564361</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 00:16:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Robert Rauschenberg’s handwritten draft of a statement on...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8ab8f94c2131e9d125e858e7e444d482/tumblr_mkqooq3rmd1r6mk07o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robert Rauschenberg’s handwritten draft of a statement on photography first published in &lt;em&gt;Rauschenberg Photographs&lt;/em&gt;, Pantheon Books, New York, 1981. From the Robert Rauschenberg Foundation Archives&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;via: &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://robertrauschenberg.tumblr.com/post/47114988592/robert-rauschenbergs-handwritten-draft-of-a" target="_blank"&gt;robertrauschenberg&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50400403031</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50400403031</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 00:37:04 -0400</pubDate><category>Rauschenberg</category><category>draft</category><category>writing</category><category>photography</category><category>photographer</category><category>archives</category><category>1981</category><category>hand writing</category><category>books</category></item><item><title>"But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road—there one finds..."</title><description>“But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road—there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Fyodor Dostoyevsky, &lt;em&gt;The Brothers Karamazov&lt;/em&gt;  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mirroir.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;mirroir&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50109277260</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50109277260</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 16:28:32 -0400</pubDate><category>fyodor dostoevsky</category><category>quote</category><category>back</category><category>alley</category><category>path</category><category>side</category><category>dark</category><category>space</category><category>dirt</category><category>metal</category><category>words</category><category>writer</category></item><item><title>Mahalia Jackson @ Newport Jazz Festival - 1958</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rq7Kf25Dou0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mahalia Jackson @ Newport Jazz Festival - 1958&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50109127526</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50109127526</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 16:26:21 -0400</pubDate><category>jackson</category><category>mahalia</category><category>jazz</category><category>newport</category><category>festival</category><category>music</category><category>video</category><category>gospel</category><category>singer</category><category>soul</category><category>woman</category><category>best</category><category>songs</category><category>live</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2lelfVbAT1r7jdy2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50039053497</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50039053497</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 17:47:42 -0400</pubDate><category>Bukowski</category><category>poetry</category><category>writing</category><category>cause and effect</category><category>best</category></item><item><title>"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is..."</title><description>“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.&lt;br/&gt;
C. S. Lewis”</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50031246103</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/50031246103</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 16:02:49 -0400</pubDate><category>CS. Lewis</category><category>friendship</category><category>people</category><category>philosophy</category><category>quote</category><category>life</category><category>thoughts</category><category>opinion</category><category>thought</category></item><item><title>Mirrored: The Charles Bukowski Tapes by Barbet Schroder (1987)</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eUFlhEp8mlQ?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mirrored: The Charles Bukowski Tapes by Barbet Schroder (1987)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/49913403328</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/49913403328</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 00:34:44 -0400</pubDate><category>charles bukowski</category><category>Bukowski</category><category>writer</category><category>video</category><category>words</category><category>long</category><category>movie</category><category>documentary</category><category>watch</category><category>icon</category><category>truth</category><category>listen</category><category>honesty</category></item><item><title>"Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits the best and is most becoming?"</title><description>“Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits the best and is most becoming?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath. (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ziegfeld-girl.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ziegfeld-girl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/48987960762</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/48987960762</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 01:46:35 -0400</pubDate><category>plath</category><category>poet</category><category>quote</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open..."</title><description>“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernest Hemingway  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://seabois.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;seabois&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/47801777860</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/47801777860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Apr 2013 16:14:12 -0400</pubDate><category>quote</category><category>poet</category><category>hemingway</category></item><item><title>From "The Lotos-Eaters"</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Let us alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Time driveth onward fast,&lt;br/&gt;And in a little while our lips are dumb.&lt;br/&gt;Let us alone. What is it that will last?&lt;br/&gt;All things are taken from us, and become&lt;br/&gt;Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.&lt;br/&gt;Let us alone. What pleasure can we have&lt;br/&gt;To war with evil? Is there any peace&lt;br/&gt;In ever climbing up the climbing wave?&lt;br/&gt;All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave&lt;br/&gt;In silence—ripen, fall, and cease:&lt;br/&gt;Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-A. Tennyson&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;via: &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://myelegiaalone.tumblr.com/post/47800604705/from-the-lotos-eaters" target="_blank"&gt;myelegiaalone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/47801671530</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/47801671530</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Apr 2013 16:12:44 -0400</pubDate><category>tennyson</category><category>poet</category><category>poem</category><category>words</category><category>write</category><category>writer</category><category>drive</category><category>rest</category><category>past</category><category>peace</category><category>prose</category><category>wording</category><category>verse</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/223678c3aa4f4359d0dcd3607a915c85/tumblr_mk2o3dOXSj1rx0zn3o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/46000950399</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/46000950399</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 13:37:00 -0400</pubDate><category>words</category><category>word</category><category>writing</category><category>image</category><category>kind</category><category>cold</category><category>feelings</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/441c6c27179f1a49f6464da8b2951372/tumblr_mj860yDsdk1qe31lco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/7a4517777c7e341993f4478b01ad27b8/tumblr_mj860yDsdk1qe31lco2_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/44691666209</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/44691666209</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 01:20:18 -0500</pubDate><category>words</category><category>writing</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>sleep</category></item><item><title>"One of the basic rules of the universe is that nothing’s perfect. Perfection simply doesn’t exist...."</title><description>“One of the basic rules of the universe is that nothing’s perfect. Perfection simply doesn’t exist. The cosmos had taken its first step toward the beautiful place it is today all thanks to irregularity, imperfections and luck of order. So the next time someone complains that you have made a mistake, tell him that may be a good thing. Because without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Stephen Hawking (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://likeafieldmouse.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;likeafieldmouse&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/44604436608</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/44604436608</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Mar 2013 01:17:43 -0500</pubDate><category>words</category><category>science</category><category>rules</category><category>perfect</category><category>writing</category><category>smart</category><category>wise</category><category>letter</category><category>text</category></item><item><title>"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it."</title><description>“Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Michel de Montaigne (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://jaehyo.tumblah.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ileu&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/44121755291</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/44121755291</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 00:03:26 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Days</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Philip Larkin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What are days for?&lt;br/&gt;Days are where we live.&lt;br/&gt;They come, they wake us&lt;br/&gt;Time and time over.&lt;br/&gt;They are to be happy in:&lt;br/&gt;Where can we live but days?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ah, solving that question&lt;br/&gt;Brings the priest and doctor&lt;br/&gt;In their long coats&lt;br/&gt;Running over the fields.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43843868230</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43843868230</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2013 18:47:26 -0500</pubDate><category>Poem</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Read</category><category>Prose</category><category>Writing</category><category>Days</category><category>Words</category><category>Poet</category><category>Writer</category></item><item><title>
W. H. Auden, draft of “Musée des Beaux Arts” 
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdwr8zSFm61qzkgzqo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;W. H. Auden, draft of “Musée des Beaux Arts” &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43628469032</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43628469032</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 00:55:05 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Never trust a survivor,” my father used to warn me, “until you find out what he did to stay alive."</title><description>““Never trust a survivor,” my father used to warn me, “until you find out what he did to stay alive.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Kurt Vonnegut, &lt;em&gt;Bluebeard&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://vonnegutphile.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;vonnegutphile&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43200305126</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43200305126</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 22:56:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I like people too much or not at all."</title><description>“I like people too much or not at all.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://likeafieldmouse.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;likeafieldmouse&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43027407673</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/43027407673</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 17:01:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a3cb6e7bb16684779899d5d522d9027b/tumblr_mhzdghy96g1qzspj4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/42880064958</link><guid>http://stolenword.tumblr.com/post/42880064958</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2013 19:09:40 -0500</pubDate><category>book</category><category>book cover</category><category>vintage</category><category>environmental</category><category>science</category><category>man</category><category>noise</category><category>effects</category><category>reading</category></item></channel></rss>
