it's new year's eve

And I miss Aimee so much.

we are not a good judge

When I give talks I enjoy showing examples of artists who are/were consistantly going out on a limb and experimenting with new ideas, many of whom bring all of their unique personality traits to the forefront. (Maira Kalman, Tim Burton, James Joyce, Frieda Kahlo, Charles Eames, Picasso, to name but a few). Things that are often perceived as quirky and strange to the general public, yet these are the things that make for a unique voice. We all have them, are we willing to present them to others? A conclusion that we might come to at some point is that we are not a good judge of what others will respond to. Keri Smith via Lemonade

valerie and bruno

“These were the people I lived with, these were my friends, these were my family, this was myself...there was no separation between me and what I was photographing." Nan Goldin from Art News

Photo: Nan Goldin, Valerie and Bruno, Valerie with pink panties, Paris, 2001

nan goldin

Nan Goldin in Berlin and on Charlie Rose.

and i am the rain

the little lights off in the distance

(in one of those rooms we are

living) and I am the rain

and the others all

around you, and the loneliness you love,

and the universe that loves you specifically, maybe,

From "To Myself," Franz Wright

100 Abandoned Houses via hearthrobs and villains

just because

Just because they say, "Action," doesn't mean you have to do anything. Al Pacino to Jesse Eisenberg NYT

Painting: Wayne Thiebaud

does not bother to be poetical

"If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed." Jean Cocteau

Shoes: La Garconne

before I turned the book in

"As late as about three months before I turned the book in, I was just in despair, saying, "I don't know what the book's about. I don't know what the book's about. There's no story here." But that was partly because I didn't know how I was going to end it." Jonathon Franzen in Atlantic Unbound

you must first fall in love

"To take possession of a city of which you are not a native you must first fall in love there." John Banville, The Sea

Photo: Hadnet Tesfai on Freunde von Freunden

a small rehearsal

"The home straight of my novel is in sight, but I'm tired, tired, tired and the news is doing nothing to restore my energies

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 ?)

longing

Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smooths our hair, and brings us strawberries. Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping: A Novel

Henri Cartier-Bresson - Romania, 1975 via UE

until the next day when you do it again

When I am working on a book or story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write… You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and you know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again. You have started at six in the morning, say, and may go on until noon or be through before that. When you stop you are as empty, and at the same time never empty but filling, as when you have made love to someone you love. Nothing can hurt you, nothing can happen, nothing means anything until the next day when you do it again. It is the wait until the next day that is hard to get through. Ernest Hemingway via through the screen doors of discretion

Joan Miró This is the Colour of My Dreams (1925)

and I am much improved by it

Used Furniture Review: What does your revision process look like?

Rick Moody: It's really long. And I am much improved by it.

Interview here via my friend Jonathon Segol

Installation by Doris Salcedo

we know some things

"Students can get so bombarded in science classes and think that all is known. It's not. A book like this [ A Wrinkle in Time] can help them realize that we know some things, but really very very little." Shannon Lucid

Photo: NASA

get in the water

Sometimes I just stop people on the street to tell them about Wendy MacNaughton's work.

what I'm trying to say

is I am totally, madly, completely in love.

Photo from here.

at any rate

At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. F Scott Fitzgerald, "A Diamond as Big as the Ritz"

Photo by Soledad Burgos via crankreport

the ordinary instant

Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant. Joan Didion

Cy Tombly, Letter of Resignation (detail) 1959-67

via Nearness of Distance

one or more than one writer in the bed

Writing is not a mobile activity and – rampant hypochondria and/or genuine illness apart – historically, it seems to involve being in bed more than might be considered entirely reasonable. The onset of winter always reminds me of my early days as a scribbler, reading about all those Russian and Irish and Parisian writers' lives in suitably louche and tormented novels, or short stories, or memoirs. One element they shared – beyond narcissism, absinthe abuse and athletic sexual angst – was the presence of one - or more than one - writer in a bed and occasionally putting pen to paper. AL Kennedy in The Guardian

Photo: Judy Rogac via UE

here is the point

The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, it’s always necessary. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer

Photo by William Gedney, Girl and dog sleeping on bed, 1967 via UE

välkommen

Holiday gifts for my aunts and mom from Maura. Perfect.

but I'm always trying to get rid of my faults

"Meg, I give you your faults."

"My faults!" Meg cried.

"Your faults."

"But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!"

From A Wrinkle in Time

Photo by Elizabeth Weinberg

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

an ordinary sunday

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life. Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

Photo: Jak & Jil

I've never been patient!

"But I'm not patient!" Meg cried passionately. "I've never been patient!" A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle

Photo: Madeleine L'Engle, 1946 from The Guardian

drifting

Keegan Gibbs via Aubrey Road

sometimes resting

Amos & Boris via UE

and this is what it's like

what if?

Photo by Maria Dangelo via UE

which is why I’m telling you about it

and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of futurism

From "Having a Coke With You" Frank O'Hara

James Jowers photo via the ugly earring

sound of the return

And then, P. of What Possessed Me said, "I love the sound of the return on a typewriter. It is the sound of accomplishment..." She also posted this.

Poster from ISO50

back and forth between the moment and the whole

It’s really not an intellectual process. I mean, as you see, I try to apply all sorts of mechanical norms to it, and they help me order my thoughts, but finally in playwriting, you’ve got to be able to write dialogue. And if you write enough of it and let it flow enough, you’ll probably come across something that will give you a key as to structure. I think the process of writing a play is working back and forth between the moment and the whole. The moment and the whole, the fluidity of the dialogue and the necessity of a strict construction. Mamet in The Paris Review

you can have some time

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I’m still trying to figure out how to live.”

“That’s OK. You can have some time.”

He nodded, taking note of the word some.

From Freedom by Jonathan Franzen via Victoria

Photo via Horse Hunting

the most dreary of practical exigencies

and I am feeling particularly testy at being separated from
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

From "Les Luths" Frank O'Hara
Photo: Artists at the Cedar Tavern, 1959 by John Cohen
via Nearness of Distance

(if you are interested)

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery

William Carlos Williams "Paterson"

Image: Sartorialist

your eyes never noticed

Because the typewriter forces me to start all over again once I’m finished. With a computer, you make your changes on the screen and then you print out a clean copy. With a typewriter, you can’t get a clean manuscript unless you start again from scratch. It’s an incredibly tedious process. You’ve finished your book, and now you have to spend several weeks engaged in the purely mechanical job of transcribing what you’ve already written. It’s bad for your neck, bad for your back, and even if you can type twenty or thirty pages a day, the finished pages pile up with excruciating slowness. That’s the moment when I always wish I’d switched to a computer, and yet every time I push myself through this final stage of a book, I wind up discovering how essential it is. Typing allows me to experience the book in a new way, to plunge into the flow of the narrative and feel how it functions as a whole. I call it “reading with my fingers,” and it’s amazing how many errors your fingers will find that your eyes never noticed. Repetitions, awkward constructions, choppy rhythms. It never fails. I think I’m finished with the book and then I begin to type it up and I realize there’s more work to be done. Paul Auster in the Paris Review

Charles Sheeler: Pennsylvania Farmhouse , 1922

Vintage gelatin silver print via Ugly Earring

just one of the reasons

I love The Guardian.

Artwork from It's a Book, by Lane Smith

with its smell of sleep

And the funny part, he suddenly realized, the funny part was that he meant it. Looking at her now in the lamplight, this small, rumpled, foolish woman, he knew he had told the truth. Because God damn it, she was alive, wasn't she? Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates

Franz Kline, LeHigh V Span, 1959-60

i wear workshirts to the opera

I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--

you can't plan on the heart, but

the better part of it, my poetry, is open

From, "My Heart," Frank O'hara

Photo via Convoy

it's not the person,

it's the player.

Amazing new work, "The Market Street Chess Players in their own Words," by Wendy MacNaughton at the Rumpus.

muttnik

our house

sentimental, this.

Room: Roman and Williams via defgrip

stop a man from falling

I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity. Paul Auster, Moon Palace

Photo "Sorry for the Hell (odes to love)" by Tea K.H. via I Know

and it's only noon

Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are. Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

Photo: Grace Hartigan with her painting from Life Magazine via all the mountains

the more she thought

"The more she thought / The more she thought" from "The Kiss" by Sam Riviere

Photos from Sartorialist and One Trip Pass

i didn't even know to want

Max Farago via Horse Hunting.

even when

You see, in my view a writer is a writer not because she writes well and easily, because she has amazing talent, because everything she does is golden. In my view a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway. Junot Diaz

Pratt Ex Libris Collection via Hollister Hovey

an ambitious project collapsing

"The point isn't A. or the Stone Temple Pilots, or Michael Miller. The point is to write you have to feel. You can't fake it. You can't pretend to love someone the day after they die and write a memoir about it." Stephen Elliott in the Daily Rumpus (do you get the Daily Rumpus?)

James R. Murphy's La Guardia students with their string figures via An Ambitious Project Collapsing. More here.