August 2010
Present Participle (which I love; it is good to...
nightmarebrunette:
Wanting to give you something beautiful and coming up short, having told all the stories about myself and you may have not even liked those that much anyway. Feeling content even while fearful of approaching normalcy. Mischieving little inside jokes for myself alone and imagining reactions that may or may not be forthcoming. Avoiding what I used to seek out—that’s the...
“I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention...”
– Julian Green, Paris (via openlooppress)
“So I think that I’ve been faithful to the spirit of the book but not the...”
– Xan Brooks talks to Bernardo Bertolucci
Bertolucci says this about his adaptation of his novel into a script (he wrote both Adair wrote the book) for The Dreamers. I am dying to read the book in a hope that it reveals something I feel I’m missing in the movie. But I do think that being true...
reminder: book swap tonight!
paperbackgirl:
hope to see you at housing works at 6:30p. click here for details.
I’m currently in Florida (not as fun as it sounds) but reblogging for NY book friends.
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here is something
It’s these things that make me sad: he’s into bikes now, all of my best friends in different states, every character I make is broken.
I’ve turned my brain off this vacation. I haven’t read anything, or written. It’ll be a struggle just to write about a trip to the zoo next week. But I miss New York, I miss classes and work and stimulation. Rest is nice but I need...
“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to...”
– Roberto Bolaño speaking of Stéphane Mallarmé’s quote The flesh is sad—and I’ve read every book. (via frenchtwist) (via fuckyeahtumblrsilove) (via quickienewyork)
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Things Break
quickienewyork:
We fell in love at the same time. We even fell in love with each other at the same time. We just didn’t do it the same way. I fell in love with her voice and the way she ordered drinks at the bar. I fell in love with how she did her hair and how she got dressed in the morning. I loved the way she stood on her tip-toes to kiss me and I loved how she wrote songs in the shower...
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POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: My Journey to Poets House →
I am convinced we are all on a journey and the lucky ones among us are willing to record and remember our stories from these journeys. My journey is defined in part by my journey to Poets House. It began on a Friday morning last September when I opened The New York Times…
“‘Come to the edge’, he said. They said, ‘We are afraid’. ‘Come to the edge’, he...”
– Guillaume Apollinaire (via: Erospainter)
Inspiration: 90+ Photo-Based Book Covers →
As someone who admittedly buys books based on their cover (or their edition if I was already planning on buying it before) OR a writer/artist: this is a great list.
POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: Staff and Interns Surface... →
It is assumed that Poets House has a sort of gravitational pull for those who write poetry. Yet while the patrons wear their poetic lives on their sleeves as they scribble in notebooks and flip through journals, the writing brains of my fellow interns remain undisclosed- well at least they did…
“Finally, Jan broke the silence: “It is just so hard to comprehend how people can...”
– Alyssa Rapp (via: POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: Showcasing Poets Lost to AIDS)
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“As Black told us that Paul, blind, would write as he sat next to Rodger’s grave,...”
– Alyssa Rapp (via: POETS HOUSE GUIDESTARS: Showcasing Poets Lost to AIDS)
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here is something
The wet months have come to the Atlantic coast. Rain in New York makes me feel so incredibly lonely. It’s not like the rains of Florida, fast, strong, violent, killing power and shaking the houses. Felling trees. New York rains are light, barely exceeding a drizzle. I want to look into my lap and see hands that aren’t my own. Nights are so much harder this way.
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Interns of Poets House: One Foot in the Door →
Interning. Something almost every college and high school student experiences, especially those in the arts. It’s how we get a foot in the door of The Industry, learn what will be expected of us, and begin to hone our professional talents. These “jobs” can range from the easy but mundane (filing…
oh hey, I get to write about my awesome job now! And y’all could read it =]
Of Lights that Go Before Men, and Follow Them...
poetry365:
The focal length is all wrong, I say
to the meteor shower.
Be calm, they say,
or the chimney swallows will steal
ember by ember
everything keeping you close to him
lying on the lawn, counting stars
shaken from the night’s branches
in summer storm.
I promise to pay the medical bill
for August’s sky: orbits of iron
pith & cloud-seed broken
against our atmosphere.
The...
Romantics, Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann,...
poetry365:
The modern biographers worry
“how far it went,” their tender friendship.
They wonder just what it means
when he writes he thinks of her constantly,
his guardian angel, beloved friend.
The modern biographers ask
the rude, irrelevant question
of our age, as if the event
of two bodies meshing together
establishes the degree of love,
forgetting how softly Eros walked
in the...