The dreams that get us close to the flying wings of an eagle, of a colorful pterosaur. Legs slipping down the cliff, but no fear even with an inadvertent hunchback behind. Beneath is the water dating beginning.
A mask to see behind the scenes.
Net Galley Challenge
Monday, February 21, 2011
Of Sontag
She always wore pants ( usually jeans) and low-heeled shoes ( usually sneakers), and she refused to carry a purse.
- Sigrid Nunez.
John Berger
- Sigrid Nunez.
John Berger
Mythology
I move my face
left right slightly up down slowly
a silent photographers directions
so a beam of sunlight
can smother me
This kind of thing
could impregnate me
I wrote this after the cue of sunlight
left right slightly up down slowly
a silent photographers directions
so a beam of sunlight
can smother me
This kind of thing
could impregnate me
I wrote this after the cue of sunlight
Writers
Mentors, Muses and Monsters
This essay Annie Dillard and the writing life by Alexander Chee will show your writing guts to you. with sentences like 'Compare yourself to Colette, or Henry James or Edith Wharton.' and 'Go up to the place in the bookstore where your books will go, she said. Walk right up and find your place on the shelf. Put your finger there, and then go every time.'
In The Snow Globe, Jonathan Safran Foer writes about the give and take that goes on between writers.Yehuda Amichai with his A Man doesnt have time poem, the kind that Emily Dickinson says you know its a poem, it takes your head off would influence anyone he comes in contact with.
In 'When Julie met Deb..' her persuasion in keeping at wriitng for seven years hinging her writing life on two editors approval.
Excerpts
This essay Annie Dillard and the writing life by Alexander Chee will show your writing guts to you. with sentences like 'Compare yourself to Colette, or Henry James or Edith Wharton.' and 'Go up to the place in the bookstore where your books will go, she said. Walk right up and find your place on the shelf. Put your finger there, and then go every time.'
In The Snow Globe, Jonathan Safran Foer writes about the give and take that goes on between writers.Yehuda Amichai with his A Man doesnt have time poem, the kind that Emily Dickinson says you know its a poem, it takes your head off would influence anyone he comes in contact with.
In 'When Julie met Deb..' her persuasion in keeping at wriitng for seven years hinging her writing life on two editors approval.
Excerpts
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Horticultural Diversity
The Florists daughter
Waterford vases
Why its Alstromeria thats on The Journal keeper's desk.
Stephanotis
Gloxinia
Flowering ginger
Sprengeri fern
Fraser fir
Norway pine or red pine
St Paul
American beauty, a kind of rose. The eponymous movie now makes sense.
Hummel figurines
Cymbidium
Noble fir
Waterford vases
Why its Alstromeria thats on The Journal keeper's desk.
Stephanotis
Gloxinia
Flowering ginger
Sprengeri fern
Fraser fir
Norway pine or red pine
St Paul
American beauty, a kind of rose. The eponymous movie now makes sense.
Hummel figurines
Cymbidium
Noble fir
Saturday, February 19, 2011
For the king
Writing fiction
I told my roomate that I was going to read Beirut 39. She asked me if its fiction. That put me in a thought if its possible to write fiction when you are in the midst of turmoil or insecurity.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Who am I?
I crawl on my belly at a snail pace
But I have no carapace
I have a foot and no bones
But I make no bones about it
My movements are smooth on slime
But I stop in my tracks on gas lime.
But I have no carapace
I have a foot and no bones
But I make no bones about it
My movements are smooth on slime
But I stop in my tracks on gas lime.
Translating geography
I heard a man proposed in Antarctica.
What is the Antarctica, the Everest of the mind?
What is the Antarctica, the Everest of the mind?
Hope forever
Whether it be the Berlin Wall, apartheid, the bad old coercive Soviet system, or our own bad old coercive business systems, it seems that any foundations not now built on the realities of human relationship are being swept away by the forces of our time. - Crossing the Unknown sea, David Whyte.
Standing the test of time or falling under.
Standing the test of time or falling under.
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