May 2011
1 post
nyrbclassics:
Above: From The Bear That Wasn’t by Frank Tashlin.
April 2011
2 posts
boars and fury: coincidental post three on time →
sarra:
DP: Every sentence written in English contains some anxiety about time. I’d love to write a poem that was Time-Free. Is that possible?
RZ: Why? Is this particular to English?
DA: I don’t think English is necessarily the only language in which time is embedded in the verbs. But I know that in…
“Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via earlyfrost)
March 2011
11 posts
constantwanderlust:
mermaidveins:
When F. Scott Fitzgerald was 6 years old he had a birthday party to which nobody came. He waited on the porch all afternoon in his freshly pressed suit but nobody showed, so at last he went inside and ate his entire birthday cake, including several candles.
I hope this actually happened.
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
– Anton Chekhov (via the-exchange)
“Am I in love?—yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I...”
– Roland Barthes (via ivynoelle)
Perspective
nogreatillusion:
Sometimes I think about the material things I really want, and then I remember that twelve years ago I would have given my right arm for a set of fuschia blow up bedroom furniture from Claire’s.
And then I feel a little better, and also a little bit sad about that dream deferred.
“When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding...”
– Sandi Toksvig (via nosekisses) (via nogreatillusion, learninglog)
February 2011
29 posts
“The house where I live now is full of images of horses. Guests visiting for the...”
– Jose Saramago, from the forthcoming memoir of his childhood, Small Memories (via hmhlit)
Is that a book you got there?
fridayreads:
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I am reading Reborn, Susan Sontag’s journals from her teens and 20s. Is it presumptuous to say that her journals...
“But people who don’t read poetry don’t listen to it. They read it the way you...”
– WS Merwin
One time I was in a music video. →
Give me an F!
fridayreads:
Give me an R!
Give me an….oh, what the heck. Just tell us what you’re reading this week.
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The Late American Novel: Writers on The Future of the Book, edited by Jeff Martin and Max Magee. It’s very intriguing, short essays about the merits of holding real books in...
What Are You Reading?
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I am reading Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn. It is good and depressing.
Where can one, sit, read, write AND drink in NYC?... →
“Write drunk. Edit sober.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via botanique)
“Because a character in a novel is one more person… literature increases the...”
– Jose Saramago (via theparisreview)
Things my son should know after I've died →
theyoungmachine:
myaffairwithnabokov:
I was young once. I dug holes near a canal and almost drowned. I filled notebooks with words as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun. I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction. I spent a summer swallowing seeds and nothing ever grew in my stomach. Every woman I kissed, I kissed…
“The latest is an order just made by Greenblatt at NBC for Grimm, described as a...”
– Deadline, reporting on NBC’s newest pilots (via hmhlit)
www.googleartproject.com →
January 2011
20 posts
The wedding ring is placed at the fourth finger...
theyoungmachine:
lovebot:
holliann: applecocaine: fuckyeahrandomstupidity: orvillezzz: gicagaite: betweencuteandwhorish: (via wildheartsdesire, weeeenhi)
“I doubt whether you can even give your telephone number without giving something...”
– Nabokov
“When I write about love, the critics in the US and Britain say that this Turkish...”
– Orhan Pamuk, via The Guardian (via hmhlit)