t/here

ask   My name is Shannon LaRue. This is where I keep track of some stuff that I'm making, as well as some stuff that inspires me.

here are some other places you can find me:

http://www.shannonlarue.com
http://vimeo.com/user6672017
http://www.tumblr.com/like/by/shanlarue

New Humanisms Press presents a new photo bookwork by yours truly, available for purchase August 5 at shannonlarue.com

Go ahead and turn this up and watch in HD!

I’d like to thank Matthew Thompson for shooting, and Micah E. Wood for that bumpin score. You guys are the best!!

(Source: vimeo.com)

— 4 days ago with 7 notes
#Vimeo  #shannon larue  #new humanism spress  #artist book  #photo bookwork  #micah wood  #matthew thompson 
Nah we haven’t left yet, but already reminiscing.

Nah we haven’t left yet, but already reminiscing.

— 1 week ago with 2 notes
Millions (So Be It)

You think my daddy’s not gonna like you? You’re goddamn right. Once he sees how much I love ya, how much I need ya, nothing else remains - you are his next meal.

How often do you pray? How sincerely? While she’s talking to herself about screaming, naked, from a clif. She’s sitting in the corner singing Lana, “It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you.” And we all laugh in the kitchen to cover the sad and lonely sound, but I am awake, and I am watching, and listening, and I cannot find you anywhere.

I have only ever lost myself in your arms. Is that what men do? They carry you?

Tonight I drove by my first boyfriend’s house, tonight I retraced our steps. I clenched my teeth and I imagined my lips smashing into the millions of lips I have loved.

What does it mean? What is the value of this? If he feels rejected, so be it. So be it.

— 2 weeks ago with 1 note
#shannon larue  #poetry 
"

But in this world, where something is always listening, even
murmuring has meaning, as in the next room you moan

in your sleep, turning into late morning. My love, this might be
all we know of forgiveness, this small time when you can forget

what you are. There will come a day when the meadow will think
suddenly, water, root, blossom, through no fault of its own,

and the horses will lie down in daisies and clover. Bedeviled,
human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words

that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled
among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.

"

Marie Howe, “The Meadow”

tangled / among them and terribly new

— 3 weeks ago
#Marie Howe  #poetry 
Suddenly having a CD changer.. Time capsule stuff

Suddenly having a CD changer.. Time capsule stuff

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#latergram #nofilter

#latergram #nofilter

— 4 weeks ago
#nofilter  #latergram 
Farewell to LOFT 1678. I spent 3 years here with a lovely team of incredibly talented and inspiring women. I will cherish the memories! But for now I’m just sad. Thx Jenn for the pic :)

Farewell to LOFT 1678. I spent 3 years here with a lovely team of incredibly talented and inspiring women. I will cherish the memories! But for now I’m just sad. Thx Jenn for the pic :)

— 1 month ago with 1 note
Somehow Strong

Remember that time we stopped the car in front of a quaint little house and watched an entire family of foxes play in the yard? It was a strange time, a night of push and pull - sharing stories if our darkest and lightest times, testing our respect and tenderness for each other. If I told you what I thought about, why I’m alive now, how I’m living - won’t you stay? Aren’t you disgusted? Well that’s what I said. You offered your weakness proudly while steering us in huge circles through this wild city, just so we could be alone for a precious hour or two. You told me not to be sorry, don’t be ashamed, to see myself like you see me, somehow strong in my defeat. Anyways, these foxes. We stared, our stories interrupted, for a long time, but they wouldn’t get scared. They wouldn’t even look at us, so eventually we drove away, but why? Where were we going?

— 1 month ago with 2 notes
#shannon larue  #poetry 
A few of my favorite things

A few of my favorite things

— 1 month ago with 1 note

greater than my love gone out the door / is the love that i’ve ignored
elvis never gave / elvis never gave an encore
meteor, make me young!

— 1 month ago with 2 notes
#Hop Along  #inspiration  #poetry 
One of my favorite photos of Papa.

One of my favorite photos of Papa.

— 1 month ago with 1 note