Friday, December 31, 2010
we are not a good judge
Monday, December 27, 2010
valerie and bruno
Sunday, December 26, 2010
and i am the rain
Saturday, December 18, 2010
just because
does not bother to be poetical
Friday, December 17, 2010
before I turned the book in
you must first fall in love
Thursday, December 16, 2010
a small rehearsal
Oh, Best Beloveds, I am tired. I'm almost too tired to talk about the things that are tiring me. Then again – as with bad dentistry, unpleasant personal experiences and unpleasant gentleman callers – there's something minutely empowering about writing down the source of your woes and peering at them in effigy. It can become a small rehearsal for future change." AL Kennedy in The Guardian
Photo: Contempt (via ?)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
until the next day when you do it again
Thursday, December 9, 2010
and I am much improved by it
Monday, December 6, 2010
we know some things
Saturday, December 4, 2010
get in the water
Thursday, December 2, 2010
at any rate
the ordinary instant
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
one or more than one writer in the bed
Monday, November 29, 2010
here is the point
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
but I'm always trying to get rid of my faults
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
some kind of ideological convergence
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush via Maude Newton
Photo: Susan Sontag by Annie Leibovitz
Sunday, November 21, 2010
an ordinary sunday
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I've never been patient!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
which is why I’m telling you about it
Saturday, November 6, 2010
sound of the return
back and forth between the moment and the whole
you can have some time
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
the most dreary of practical exigencies
the one I love by the most dreary of practical exigencies money
when I want only to lean on my elbow and stare into space feeling
the one warm beautiful thing in the world breathing upon my right rib
Photo: Artists at the Cedar Tavern, 1959 by John Cohen
via Nearness of Distance
Monday, November 1, 2010
(if you are interested)
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
your eyes never noticed
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
with its smell of sleep
Monday, October 11, 2010
i wear workshirts to the opera
Thursday, October 7, 2010
it's not the person,
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
stop a man from falling
Sunday, September 26, 2010
and it's only noon
Thursday, September 23, 2010
the more she thought
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
even when
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
an ambitious project collapsing
Friday, September 10, 2010
I used to think (some kind of sacred)
I don’t write every day. I wait until I can’t bear it and then I write, or I write because I can’t wait to write, or I write because there are nuts I want to crack. I was a kid who made ice cream last. I don’t believe in letting writing time be agony. I don’t believe in letting insomnia get me, either. I get up or I take a pill, no thrashing around. The bed needs to be a beautiful place, and the desk does, too. If writing is some kind of agony, I should get over myself and do something nice for the neighborhood. I do ritualize everything, though. I need to because of whatever kind of brain I have. So whatever my writing situation is, I ritualize it, I’m just learning that I can make a ritual out of anything, and it’s not the ritual so much as the ritualizing: making some kind of rhythm in a way that makes something some kind of sacred.” Lucy Corin in American Short Fiction blog. Lucy has a new site.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
a mercy
Sunday, September 5, 2010
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
Friday, September 3, 2010
an abstract beatitude
The combination of simplicity and optical snap..."
On view at SFMOMA, the Fisher Collection
Also, no digital image of her work could do it justice