What I read in March.
the thing I came for: the wreck and not the story of the wreck the thing itself and not the myth the drowned face always staring toward the sun the evidence of damage worn by salt and away into this threadbare beauty the ribs of the disaster curving their assertion among the tentative haunters.
Adrienne Rich, Diving into the Wreck.
RIP
Magical night celebrating Dear Sugar at Housing Works. Cheryl Strayed is just as warm and genuine as you’d expect from her writing.
" More importantly, most musicians have a secondary source of income: They can charge for live performances. Writers—or at least the vast majority of writers—can’t do this. The book is The Thing. The book is all we have to offer.
Muchas gracias Tumblr!
You guys! The odds were ever in my favor—I won tickets from Tumblr to see The Hunger Games tonight. I never win anything, I feel like I should go snag a lottery ticket while I’m at it.
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“The Naked Soul of Iceberg Slim”, by Robert Beck on Flickr.
Read The Naked Soul of Iceberg Slim
I thought I went completely unnoticed when I took this shot. All of a sudden in a bellowing voice behind me he said “Let me see the shot!”. I almost jumped out of my skin. I showed him the picture on the LCD screen and he stared at it intently for a moment while I held my breath. The he said, “Awwwwsome!”.
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" When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.
These shoes could have jumped right off a page from The Night Circus, which I finished last night.
Ideal Sunday: The Night Circus, warm puppy, Cadbury eggs.
