A collection of writings about place space writing and art …
The infamous bookstore in Paris, where Walter Berry purchased Joyce’s Ulysses. Many introverts LOVE bookstores. There’s just something about the scent of old books, like coming home & smelling cookies in the oven. Instant relaxation. You know it will be quiet there, as there are plenty of books to use to deflect unwanted conversation, & nooks […]
“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want” F. Scott Fitzgerald, writer F. Scott Fitzgerald (2015). “The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender […]
We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Samstag, 30. Juni 2018 um 18 Uhr Freilichtmuseum Wander Bertoni Gritsch Mühle 1, 7092 WINDEN am See Eine Ankündigung & Einladung von Beatrice Simonsen [Kunst und Literatur], Organisatorin dieser Veranstaltung, die mich eingeladen hat, einen “poetic Live act in 3D” für Wander Bertoni zu performen: Der zweite Termin des Jahres von „Kunst und Literatur im […]
via Kunst und Literatur im Burgenland bei Wander Bertoni — wally[RE]
J’ai besoin de ne plus me voir et d’oublier De parler à des gens que je ne connais pas De crier sans être entendu Pour rien tout seul Je connais tout le monde et chacun de vos pas Je voudrais raconter et personne n’écoute Les têtes et les yeux se détournent de moi Vers la […]
via Pierre Reverdy – Toujours là — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
“to photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude” Susan Sontag, writer
via “to photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude” — Art of Quotation
A last tribute to libraries and librarians for National Library Week from the brilliant Nikki Giovanni. MY FIRST MEMORY (OF LIBRARIANS) This is my first memory: A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky wood floor A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center Heavy oak chairs that were too low […]
via My First Memory of Librarians — Travel Between The Pages
There are those who believe that a book should be read once and then passed on to its next reader; I am not one of them. Granted, many of the books I read end up becoming favorites of mine (19 of the books reviewed on my blog have been re-reads), but most end up being […]
via On the Subject of Revisiting Books — The Past Due Review
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger—because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being. — Jack Kerouac
The story is not in the words; it’s in the struggle. — Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition, March 28, 2006) Originally published 1987.
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