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@bookshelves3.bsky.social
Textile Artist / love 🎨🍃📷…🐈🐈⬛
Chronic reader and re-reader. 📚
“Rest, nature, music…such is my idea of happiness.” Leo Tolstoy 🕊
Chronic reader and re-reader. 📚
“Rest, nature, music…such is my idea of happiness.” Leo Tolstoy 🕊
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She breathed and tried not to imagine how her life would go even a few hours into the future, not to wonder what the next loss might be. (276)
Charles Frazier / Varina
Charles Frazier / Varina
November 3, 2023 at 6:49 PM
She breathed and tried not to imagine how her life would go even a few hours into the future, not to wonder what the next loss might be. (276)
Charles Frazier / Varina
Charles Frazier / Varina
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Along the way
eastward ho
eastward ho
November 2, 2023 at 4:18 PM
Along the way
eastward ho
eastward ho
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I found this section really moving. Oh the glamor of imagined connections to famous musicians! Imagination can misfire so badly.
#LettingInAirAndLight
@ttbrader.bsky.social
@paperpills10.bsky.social -- not sure how to properly tag things here
#LettingInAirAndLight
@ttbrader.bsky.social
@paperpills10.bsky.social -- not sure how to properly tag things here
November 2, 2023 at 8:22 PM
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His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world’s turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay. (5)
#BloodMeridian
#McCarthy23
#BloodMeridian
#McCarthy23
November 1, 2023 at 7:59 PM
His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world’s turning will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man’s will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay. (5)
#BloodMeridian
#McCarthy23
#BloodMeridian
#McCarthy23
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Already my memories seem fraudulent, yet they are true to the child I was. Memory is unreliable; it might as well be fiction. #TTB23 #LettingInAirAndLight
November 1, 2023 at 9:38 PM
Already my memories seem fraudulent, yet they are true to the child I was. Memory is unreliable; it might as well be fiction. #TTB23 #LettingInAirAndLight
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He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him.
#McCarthy23 #BloodMeridian 📚🐦
#McCarthy23 #BloodMeridian 📚🐦
November 1, 2023 at 9:41 PM
He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him.
#McCarthy23 #BloodMeridian 📚🐦
#McCarthy23 #BloodMeridian 📚🐦
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"All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking."
Robert Hass,
from "Meditation at Lagunitas"
📷 Isa Marcelli
In this it resembles all the old thinking."
Robert Hass,
from "Meditation at Lagunitas"
📷 Isa Marcelli
November 2, 2023 at 12:34 PM
"All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking."
Robert Hass,
from "Meditation at Lagunitas"
📷 Isa Marcelli
In this it resembles all the old thinking."
Robert Hass,
from "Meditation at Lagunitas"
📷 Isa Marcelli
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Today is a great day!
#ttb23
#buchbeginn
#bookbirds
1
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
-Alice Munro
WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I pushed out the windows of my uncle‘s buildings.
#ttb23
#buchbeginn
#bookbirds
1
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
-Alice Munro
WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I pushed out the windows of my uncle‘s buildings.
November 1, 2023 at 10:04 AM
Today is a great day!
#ttb23
#buchbeginn
#bookbirds
1
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
-Alice Munro
WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I pushed out the windows of my uncle‘s buildings.
#ttb23
#buchbeginn
#bookbirds
1
In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
-Alice Munro
WHEN I WAS A CHILD, I pushed out the windows of my uncle‘s buildings.
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"The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July."
H. D. Thoreau
Happy #November1st 🍁🍂☀️
H. D. Thoreau
Happy #November1st 🍁🍂☀️
November 1, 2023 at 7:57 AM
"The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July."
H. D. Thoreau
Happy #November1st 🍁🍂☀️
H. D. Thoreau
Happy #November1st 🍁🍂☀️
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“It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.”
-Emily Dickinson, letter to Lavinia Dickinson (Nov 1864)
#everynightapoem #november
-Emily Dickinson, letter to Lavinia Dickinson (Nov 1864)
#everynightapoem #november
November 1, 2023 at 11:59 AM
“It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.”
-Emily Dickinson, letter to Lavinia Dickinson (Nov 1864)
#everynightapoem #november
-Emily Dickinson, letter to Lavinia Dickinson (Nov 1864)
#everynightapoem #november
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Who could afford to look directly at life? For life was itself this indirection, going not by a straight road. (579)
#MYoung23
#MissMacIntoshMyDarling
#MYoung23
#MissMacIntoshMyDarling
October 26, 2023 at 3:21 PM
Who could afford to look directly at life? For life was itself this indirection, going not by a straight road. (579)
#MYoung23
#MissMacIntoshMyDarling
#MYoung23
#MissMacIntoshMyDarling
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If I can have a new life, she was thinking, I shall never complain again.
Susan Sontag
In America
Susan Sontag
In America
September 24, 2023 at 1:35 AM
If I can have a new life, she was thinking, I shall never complain again.
Susan Sontag
In America
Susan Sontag
In America
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what else could you do, when the only way out was through, and the way through meant saying goodbye.
for each key unlocks a certain truth, and each key is yours to turn, at the right time and in the right way.
for each key unlocks a certain truth, and each key is yours to turn, at the right time and in the right way.
September 19, 2023 at 3:07 AM
what else could you do, when the only way out was through, and the way through meant saying goodbye.
for each key unlocks a certain truth, and each key is yours to turn, at the right time and in the right way.
for each key unlocks a certain truth, and each key is yours to turn, at the right time and in the right way.
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“I dream of lost / vocabularies that might express some of what / we no longer can.”
—Jack Gilbert
(from “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart”)
—Jack Gilbert
(from “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart”)
September 24, 2023 at 12:46 AM
“I dream of lost / vocabularies that might express some of what / we no longer can.”
—Jack Gilbert
(from “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart”)
—Jack Gilbert
(from “The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart”)
Always loved this post 💙
September 23, 2023 at 5:40 PM
Always loved this post 💙
“People are different and they think differently.
Now, I think the word we need is ‘translation’. “
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
Now, I think the word we need is ‘translation’. “
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
September 23, 2023 at 5:39 PM
“People are different and they think differently.
Now, I think the word we need is ‘translation’. “
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
Now, I think the word we need is ‘translation’. “
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
“We walk down the same street as the person walking beside us. All we can do is tell the other person what we see. We can point at things and try to name them. If we do this well, our friend can look at the world in a new way.
We can meet.”
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
We can meet.”
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
September 23, 2023 at 5:37 PM
“We walk down the same street as the person walking beside us. All we can do is tell the other person what we see. We can point at things and try to name them. If we do this well, our friend can look at the world in a new way.
We can meet.”
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
We can meet.”
~ Anne Enright
~ The Wren, The Wren
“I was quiet, but I was not blind.”
~ Jane Austin, Mansfield Park
Introducing Pasha…
on a quiet Saturday afternoon
~ Jane Austin, Mansfield Park
Introducing Pasha…
on a quiet Saturday afternoon
September 23, 2023 at 4:01 PM
“I was quiet, but I was not blind.”
~ Jane Austin, Mansfield Park
Introducing Pasha…
on a quiet Saturday afternoon
~ Jane Austin, Mansfield Park
Introducing Pasha…
on a quiet Saturday afternoon
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Once in a while a good thing happens. If you haven't already read (and re-read) the original essay by @susannacrossman.bsky.social this is your chance to do so - an absolutely outstanding essay. Cannot WAIT to read the forthcoming memoir.
In September '22, my essay 'The Utopian Machine'
@aeonmag about my childhood in a commune went viral & people wanted a book! Currently, I'm doing final edits of my memoir 'Home is Where we Start', published by @FigTreePenguin summer 2024. You can read the original essay here aeon.co/essays/why-t...
@aeonmag about my childhood in a commune went viral & people wanted a book! Currently, I'm doing final edits of my memoir 'Home is Where we Start', published by @FigTreePenguin summer 2024. You can read the original essay here aeon.co/essays/why-t...
Why the communal utopia was hard work for its children | Aeon Essays
For children like me, growing up in an utopian community, life was a bewildering chaos of freedom and indoctrination
aeon.co
September 22, 2023 at 8:22 PM
Once in a while a good thing happens. If you haven't already read (and re-read) the original essay by @susannacrossman.bsky.social this is your chance to do so - an absolutely outstanding essay. Cannot WAIT to read the forthcoming memoir.
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Here's a video of me reading a bit of one of my translations from a few years back (no real harm in sharing once per new social network)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDJf...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDJf...
September 23, 2023 at 1:30 PM
Here's a video of me reading a bit of one of my translations from a few years back (no real harm in sharing once per new social network)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDJf...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDJf...
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Okay, deep breath, here's my first Bluesky post: a collection of seabird stones I painted recently. I'm fascinated by their pelagic lifestyles; the distances they travel and depths they dive.
September 19, 2023 at 3:27 PM
Okay, deep breath, here's my first Bluesky post: a collection of seabird stones I painted recently. I'm fascinated by their pelagic lifestyles; the distances they travel and depths they dive.
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Rilke wrote « These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased. »
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
September 20, 2023 at 9:48 AM
Rilke wrote « These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased. »
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space