Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
— Robert Burns
December 31, 2011
December 27, 2011
Brooming branches
The wind arching
and bowing the trees
until it looked as if
they were trying
to sweep the ground.
— Alice Munro, short story "Leaving Maverley"
(New Yorker, 11-28-11)
and bowing the trees
until it looked as if
they were trying
to sweep the ground.
— Alice Munro, short story "Leaving Maverley"
(New Yorker, 11-28-11)
December 22, 2011
Call
Several hours of phone calls ...
that's all I need
to undo
my life.
— Shira Nayman, short story "The House on Kronenstrasse"
(The Atlantic fiction issue 2005)
that's all I need
to undo
my life.
— Shira Nayman, short story "The House on Kronenstrasse"
(The Atlantic fiction issue 2005)
December 20, 2011
Why to write poetry
Albert Goldbarth's "Human Beauty" tells why, I think.
(Click for link to Writer's Almanac.)
(Click for link to Writer's Almanac.)
December 19, 2011
Our Words
No one likes to be required
to answer a question
yes or no,
because things are never
that simple.
This is not because
individual words
are too weak;
it's because
they are too powerful.
They can mean
too many things.
So we add more words,
and embed our clauses
in more clauses,
in order to mute language,
modify it,
and reduce it
to the modesty
of our intentions.
—Louis Menand, essay/review on Ezra Pound
(in The New Yorker, June 9&16, 2008)
to answer a question
yes or no,
because things are never
that simple.
This is not because
individual words
are too weak;
it's because
they are too powerful.
They can mean
too many things.
So we add more words,
and embed our clauses
in more clauses,
in order to mute language,
modify it,
and reduce it
to the modesty
of our intentions.
—Louis Menand, essay/review on Ezra Pound
(in The New Yorker, June 9&16, 2008)
December 17, 2011
Sharp
Any man that tried
to walk over me
would get his feet
cut to pieces.
— Truman Capote, short story "The Bargain"
(appeared in New York Times Book Review, 9-12-04)
to walk over me
would get his feet
cut to pieces.
— Truman Capote, short story "The Bargain"
(appeared in New York Times Book Review, 9-12-04)
December 16, 2011
Whistle
And sometimes trains would cry
in the monstrously hot and humid night
with heartrending and ominous plangency,
mingling power and hysteria
in one desperate scream.
— Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita"
in the monstrously hot and humid night
with heartrending and ominous plangency,
mingling power and hysteria
in one desperate scream.
— Vladimir Nabokov, "Lolita"
December 15, 2011
Tears
Snowflakes had gathered
in her eyelashes
and made it appear
as though she
had been crying.
— Augusten Burroughs, "You Better Not Cry"
in her eyelashes
and made it appear
as though she
had been crying.
— Augusten Burroughs, "You Better Not Cry"
December 13, 2011
Paradise?
We have labored long
to build a heaven,
only to find it
populated with horrors.
— Alan Moore, "Watchmen"
to build a heaven,
only to find it
populated with horrors.
— Alan Moore, "Watchmen"
December 12, 2011
Cool-looking authors No. 24
December 11, 2011
Home
Certain empty houses
that seemed
to stare
like the faces
of people suffering
from terrible
mental illness.
— Stephen King, "11/22/63"
that seemed
to stare
like the faces
of people suffering
from terrible
mental illness.
— Stephen King, "11/22/63"
Labels:
11/22/63,
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Stephen King
December 10, 2011
December 8, 2011
Cool-looking authors No. 22
December 7, 2011
December 6, 2011
December 5, 2011
Power
A man
who owned
his own
private tornado.
— Stephen King, "11/22/63"
who owned
his own
private tornado.
— Stephen King, "11/22/63"
December 4, 2011
December 2, 2011
December 1, 2011
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