May Prompts (Taken with instagram)
writing never stops
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“I was hellbent on writing stories that took place anywhere but where I grew up. I wrote stories set in the swanky social circles of Manhattan, places where people drank gimlets and actually used words like swanky. Or pieces set in Hawaii or Texas or the underbelly of LA or even, God forgive me, stories set nowhere.”
- A History of Violence: An Interview with Eugene Cross by Reese Okyong Kwon
[Image via Dzanc Books]
That beautiful man’s name is Eugene?! Jesus.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m29gdwnq9C1r6xvfko1_500.jpg)
“I was hellbent on writing stories that took place anywhere but where I grew up. I wrote stories set in the swanky social circles of Manhattan, places where people drank gimlets and actually used words like swanky. Or pieces set in Hawaii or Texas or the underbelly of LA or even, God forgive me, stories set nowhere.”
- A History of Violence: An Interview with Eugene Cross by Reese Okyong Kwon
That beautiful man’s name is Eugene?! Jesus.
Tonight I asked Matthew Zapruder to sign a copy of a book he’d already signed. I’d bought it signed, & this afternoon when I left the house I knew I’d decided not to take it with me, & couldn’t remember why, & assumed it was because I’d thought it would be too heavy & decided it was just a small book so I could take it & then. He opened it to sign it. & he’d already signed it. & I guess it isn’t that serious but I feel like a doofus because I feel a little like he’s the coolest poet ever and it made it seem like I’d never even opened the stupid book.
Also, hello again blog. I think I might start putting myself into you again.
“Tastes like…pickles and wine.” — My boyfriend, after kissing me.
“If you arrange the words
On a page
Like this
So that everything
hugs
the
left margin
Is that a poem?
Yes, that is an undergraduate poem.”
“Children make up the best songs, anyway. Better than grown-ups. Kids are always working on songs and throwing them away, like little origami things or paper airplanes. They don’t care if they lose it; they’ll just make another one. This openness is what every artist needs.” — Tom Waits (via thebronzemedal)
“all, animal, ashes, back, bark, belly, berry, big, bird, bite, black, blood, bone, breast, breathe, brother, burn, child, claw, clothing, cloud, cold, come, cook, count, cry, day, die, dig, dirty, dog, drink, dry, dull, dust, ear, earth, eat, egg, eight, eye, fall, fat, father, fear, feather, fight, fire, fish, five, float, flower, fly, fog, foot, four, full, freeze, give, good, grass, green, guts, hair, hand, he, head, hear, heart, heavy, here, hold, horn, how, hundred, hunt, husband, I, ice, if, kill, knee, know, lake, last, laugh, leaf, left, leg, lie, live, liver, long, louse, man, many, meat, moon, mother, mountain, mouth, name, near, neck, new, night, nine, nose, not, old, one, other, play, pull, push, raid, rain, red, right, river, road, root, rope, rub, salt, sand, say, scratch, sea, see, seed, seven, sew, sharp, shoot, short, sing, sister, sit, six, skin, sky, sleep, small, smell, smoke, smooth, snake, snow, speak, spit, split, squeeze, stab, stand, star, stick, stone, straight, sun, swell, swim, tail, ten, that, there, they, thick, thin, think, three, throw, tie, tongue, tooth, tree, turn, two, walk, warm, wash, water, we, wet, what, when, where, white, who, wide, wife, wind, wing, wipe, woman, woods, warm, work, year, and yellow.” —
The 200 words chosen by linguist Morris Swadesh as the basic vocabulary template for all human languages (as reported in John D’Agata’s endlessly fascinating About a Mountain, which I devoured on a three-hour bus ride home from Calgary earlier today).
Notice that why isn’t included. Nicely echoes a statement made elsewhere in D’Agata’s study of Las Vegas, nuclear waste disposal, and suicide: “We don’t ask ‘why.’”
Also, louse?
(via booksinthekitchen)
This is a crazy thing to think about.
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. It was the experience of mystery—even if mixed with fear—that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds—it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity; in this sense, and in this alone, I am a deeply religious man.” — Albert Einstein. (via ecantwell)
Today I went to a used bookstore & bought everything awesome :)