February 2012
19 posts
January 2012
40 posts
W. W. Norton: Lifespan of a Coffee Drinker →
wwnorton:
condalmo:
(from the forthcoming The Lifespan of a Fact, by John D’Agata and Jim Fingal)
The text in bold is a sentence from John D’Agata’s essay “What Happens There” published in The Believer in January 2010 and later published in the book-length work About a Mountain….
misswallflower:
“O, she is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.”
- William Shakespeare
.la douleur exquise.: “I grow old … I grow old … I... →
“I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think they will sing to me. I…
misswallflower:
“I am the horizon you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso I am also what surrounds you: my brain scattered with your tincans, bones, empty shells, the litter of your invasions. I am the space you desecrate as you pass through.”
- Margaret Atwood
“I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via misswallflower)
W. W. Norton: The Obligation to Be Happy →
wwnorton:
It is more onerous than the rites of beauty or housework, harder than love. But you expect it of me casually, the way you expect the sun to come up, not in spite of rain or clouds but because of them.
And so I smile, as if my own fidelity to sadness were a hidden vice— that downward tug…
