April 2012
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Apr 28th
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Apr 27th
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“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and...”
– Ray Bradbury (via venebelle)
Apr 27th
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“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...”
– Margaret Atwood (via deer-me)
Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
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“Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of...”
– Jack Gilbert, Horses at Midnight Without a Moon (via yesyes)
Apr 27th
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“It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record...”
– Nick Hornby (via skeletales)
Apr 25th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 24th
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“Right now, I strolled into the dusk. The air was murky and intoxicating…New...”
– Bob Dylan  There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.  (via allisonrae)
Apr 23rd
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Exciting Announcement
The Wells College Press will be publishing my senior thesis, a collection of poems entitled What Longing Is,sometime next fall as a letterpress chapbook. After it’s printed I’ll be invited back to campus as a Visiting Writer. This isn’t earth-shattering news or anything; I’m smart enough to know that it’s mostly because my dear mentor/professor always played...
Apr 23rd
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“With that said, I think storytellers—first and foremost—must pledge their...”
– Ta-Nehisi Coates on Girls (via bradleywarshauer) Also this:  Invisibility is problematic. Caricature is worse. And this: There has been a lot of talk, this week about Lena Dunham’s responsibility, but significantly less about the the people who sign her checks. My question is not...
Apr 20th
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Apr 20th
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Apr 20th
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“I do things like get in a taxi and say, “The library, and step on it.”
–  David Foster Wallace (via bersabea)
Apr 20th
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“From behind he looks like a man I once loved, that hangdog slouch to his...”
– Dorianne Laux, “China”
Apr 20th
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Writing a novel is like having a dream  →
elleamberley: “For me, writing a novel is like having a dream. Writing a novel lets me intentionally dream while I’m still awake. I can continue yesterday’s dream today, something you can’t normally do in everyday life.” Haruki Murakami
Apr 19th
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Great Essays by Novelists →
tetw: A Tetw reading list The Capital-T Truth by David Foster Wallace - DFW offers a stark but hopeful perspective on life’s fundamental questions. Liking Is for Cowards by Jonathan Franzen - Is clicking buttons a way to avoid real commitment? Living With Geese by Paul Theroux - As well as getting to the heart of Goose psychology, the author launches a scathing offensive against the needy,...
Apr 18th
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Apr 18th
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“So why go places with guys you can’t talk to? You’ll never meet a soul that way...”
– Sylvia Plath genius advice (via creatingaquietmind)
Apr 18th
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Apr 17th
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My Life Right Now
Walk, write, drink iced coffee, repeat. It’s beyond wonderful. Although I really wish I had a dartboard to chuck darts at when I can’t remember a word. Kind of like how August Wilson used to pummel a punching bag to get himself revved up while writing dialogue. Otherwise it’s perfect.
Apr 15th
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Anonymous asked: Top 10 book recommendations. GO! Sorry, I really need good books to read and I don't trust myself to pick out any more books. Haven't had very good luck lately.
Apr 15th
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Apr 12th
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Apr 11th
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A dramatic Shakespearean response to every...
When something bad happens: True is it that we have seen better days.
When something REALLY bad happens: O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day. Most woeful day That ever, ever I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this.O woeful day! O woeful day!
When people say that something is wrong because the Bible says so: The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
When my girlfriend abandons me for food: FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
When someone doesn't thank me for holding the door open for them: BLOW, BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND! THOU ART NOT SO UNKIND AS MAN'S INGRATITUDE!
When I burn something while cooking: MY CAKE IS DOUGH!
When human stupidity frustrates me: LORD, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!
When someone says I'm going to hell for my sins: NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBER'D.
When I'm broke: My pride fell with my fortunes
When someone turns the light on after a period of darkness and blinding light ensues: OH, SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT!
When someone disagrees with me: THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN HEAVEN AND EARTH, HORATIO, THEN ARE DREAMT OF IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY.
When I argue with my girlfriend: The course of true love never did run smooth.
When I'm embarrassed: MUST I HOLD A CANDLE TO MY SHAMES?!
Someone says "Good Night": Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Apr 10th
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Apr 7th
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Apr 7th
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I’m reading Swamplandia! by Karen Russell, and it’s almost annoying how good it is. The prose is gorgeous. And the main character is so cute; I wish she were real so that I could hug her.
Apr 5th
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Apr 5th
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Apr 5th
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INT. THE BULLDOG - NIGHT
(Through the storefront windows we see a powerful storm raging outside--lightning flickering in the clouds, a torrential rain pounding the streets, the whole caboodle. I make my way through the Tuesday night crowd, dripping in my raincoat, shorts, and flip-flops, and set a wad of damp cash on the bar.)
Me: Hi, so um, weird question. Can I just get a big go-cup full of well whiskey?
Bartender: You mean . . . you want a double?
Me: No, I mean . . . a plastic cup . . . filled with whiskey. All the way to the top. Without ice. (waving cash) You can charge me a lot!
(Bartender stares blankly.)
Me (cont'd): I just . . . I live a block away, and all the stores are closed . . .
(Bartender eyes me with a mix of suspicion and pity, then relents. Pours a cup of Evan Williams and takes the money. With the cup inside my raincoat, I hunch over and exit into the driving rain. LIKE A BOSS.)
Momentarily went off the wagon to drink with a far-away old friend over the phone. No regrets!
Apr 4th
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Apr 4th
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“To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no...”
– Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay (via jasmirosas)
Apr 4th
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Apr 3rd
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Apr 1st
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