Their father said if they could see as God can, in geological time, they would see it leap out of the ground and turn in the sun and spread its arms and bask in the joys of being an oak tree in Iowa. Marilynne Robinson, HomeWednesday, April 27, 2011
and there was an oak tree
Their father said if they could see as God can, in geological time, they would see it leap out of the ground and turn in the sun and spread its arms and bask in the joys of being an oak tree in Iowa. Marilynne Robinson, HomePhoto: Kansas City School Board Meeting, Mike Sinclair
via From the Desk of
Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
like comedy, like sex, like anything
“Don’t you think like most things, like comedy, like sex, like anything, it’s about timing? I think we collided with each other,” she adds, referring to her husband. Cate Blanchett
Sunday, April 17, 2011
reprise: the kiss
"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing." Sylvia Plath
Photo from The Selby.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
the changes we want
"It's never the changes we want that change everything." The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot DiazPhoto from the ue
Saturday, April 9, 2011
i could do ten sometimes
Interviewer: You said you were writing eight hours a day.Franzen: I could do ten sometimes.
Interviewer: Even when things weren't working?
Franzen: I didn't have the experience of things not working. I didn't know enough to know when something wasn't all that good. The chapters just came clattering out.
Jonathan Franzen, The Art of Fiction No. 207, Paris Review
Painting: Eric Fischl, Barbecue, 1982
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
i lost the ability to imagine
loving anyone but you. Photo by Foster Huntington from Restless Transplant
Monday, April 4, 2011
wild and constant

Sometimes at night
when I can’t sleep
when I can’t sleep
because of the wind
I go and stand
in the library of glaciers.
I go and stand
in the library of glaciers.
I stand in another world.
Not the past not the future.
Not paradise not reality not
Not the past not the future.
Not paradise not reality not
a dream.
An other competence.
Wild and constant.
An other competence.
Wild and constant.
Painting: I.G., Gerhard Richter, 1993
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
changing light, colour and cloud

Riley had great freedom as a child and spent a lot of her time playing on the cliffs and beaches near Padstow where she lived. She spent hours watching the changing light, colour and cloud formations and stored away what she saw in memory. She has later said that these early memories have had a big impact on her visual awareness throughout her life. WRT Bridget Riley in Op-Art.co.uk via Tomboy Style
Sunday, March 27, 2011
it is the beginning of everything

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Photo: The Sartorialist
Friday, March 25, 2011
SELF-PORTRAITS 72-73
"Curious about the problem of identity, I decided to photograph myself every day for a year. I was interested in when I would forget. The obsession with forgetting has been central. Having forgotten my mother, what she looked like, what she was like, how she treated me before she died when I was twelve, is still an abiding concern, though I have a much stronger sense of self now. But in 1972, not remembering meant, to some extent, not having existed, having to create a self without a foundation and trying to raise a daughter without remembering having been a child." Melissa Shook via even clevelandPhotograph: SELF-PORTRAITS 72-73 by Melissa Shook
Thursday, March 24, 2011
extremely loud and incredibly close
I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love. Jonathon Safran Foer from Extremely Loud and Incredibly ClosePhoto by Chris Glass via swissmiss
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
keep a low overhead
The only thing you should have to do is find work you love to do. And I can't imagine living without having loved a person. A man, in my case. It could be a woman, but whatever. I think, what I always tell kids when they get out of class and ask, 'What should I do now?' I always say, 'Keep a low overhead. You're not going to make a lot of money.' And the next thing I say: 'Don't live with a person who doesn't respect your work.' That's the most important thing—that's more important than the money thing. I think those two things are very valuable pieces of information. Grace PaleyFriday, March 11, 2011
if it is accurate there is always form
When I write, my only concern is always accuracy. I try to write accurately from the poise of mind which lets us see that things are exactly what they seem. I never worry about beauty, if it is accurate there is always beauty. I never worry about form. If it is accurate there is always form. Lew Welch via Aubrey Road
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
it is worth noting what anders did not remember

This is what he remembered. Heat. A baseball field. Yellow grass, the whirr of insects, himself leaning against a tree as the boys of the neighborhood gather for a pickup game. He looks on as the others argue the relative genius of Mantle and Mays. They have been worrying this subject all summer, and it has become tedious to Anders: an oppression, like the heat.
From "Bullet in the Brain" by Tobias Wolf
Photo by Feaverish on Etsy
Thursday, February 24, 2011
i'm not a starfish or pepper tree
What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the ShorePhoto by Garance Doré
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
patience
"Take the meat out of the pan and let it rest for about 5 minutes before serving to let the residual heat finish the cooking, and to allow the juices to stabilize. This is essential." The Art of Simple Food
Thursday, February 17, 2011
good, i said, that's what i want too
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
turned out via horse hunting

In 1950, while accepting the Nobel Prize for literature, William Faulkner contended that there is one, and only one, subject worth writing about: the human heart in conflict with itself. Maud Newton on Deborah Eisenberg for NPR. And more from Maud in 2010
Saturday, February 5, 2011
horses
I rolled out of bed and noticed it was late. I raced through my morning ritual, going around the corner to the Moroccan bakery, grabbing a crusty roll, a sprig of fresh mint, some anchovies. I came back and boiled water, stuffed the pot with mint. I poured olive oil in the open roll, rinsed the anchovies and laid them inside, sprinkling in some cayenne pepper. Just Kids (p250), Patti Smith
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
still life with woodpecker
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free. Still Life with Woodpecker, Tom RobbinsPhoto: Sartorialist
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
let them take tea together
It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week. Ezra PoundPhoto by William Gedney
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
what had commas to do with it
When I first began writing I felt that writing should go on I still do feel that it should go on but when I first began writing I was completely possessed by the necessity that writing should go on and if writing should go on what had commas and semi-colons to do with it what had commas to do with it what had periods to do with it what had small letters and capitals to do with writing going on which was at the time the most profound need I had in connection with writing. Gertrude Stein, Lectures in America via RAR.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
and these two
from the ugly earring:And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world. All of them together was the stream of events, the music of life. Herman Hesse
and
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions. Rainer Maria Rilke
Photo: Marina Munoz in Jak & Jil
Saturday, January 22, 2011
the arc of a moral universe
"The arc of moral universe is long,” said Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., paraphrasing Theodore Parker, “but it bends towards justice." via Lesbian Dad
Friday, January 21, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
origin of the eye tickle

Harry zeroed in on me with his mock, menacing stare. I started laughing.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because it tickles."
"You can feel that?"
"Yes, certainly."
"Fascinating!"
From Just Kids (p. 113).
Anyone who loves Harry Smith
should read Just Kids immediately.
Photo by Allen Ginsberg
Sunday, January 16, 2011
and your spirit and your clothes
I'd really like to live beside you, babyI love your body and your spirit and your clothes
from "First We Take Manhattan" Leonard Cohen
Photo: Annie Hall
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
for grace, after a party
You do not always know what I am feeling.Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
interest
me, it was love for you that set me
afire,
From "For Grace, After a Party" by Frank O'Hara via Books vs. Cigarettes. It's the line about the tirade against someone that doesn't interest me that gets me.
Photo by Mikael Kennedy via Horse HuntingMonday, January 10, 2011
it's the telling
Writing isn’t just telling stories. It’s exactly the opposite. It’s telling everything at once. It’s the telling of a story, and the absence of a story. It’s telling a story through its absence. Practicalities, Marguerite Duras via le temps perdu (love this blog)Bathers, David Park, 1954 on view at SFMOMA
Saturday, January 8, 2011
variation on the word sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you, sleeping.
I would like to sleep with you,
to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
via the ugly earring
Photo by Vivian Maier
Friday, January 7, 2011
is not always loud and bright and crowded
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
freedom
The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways, everyday. David Foster Wallace in his speech at Kenyon College in 2005 via crankreportPhoto from Modern Lovers contest at UO
Monday, January 3, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
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
Monday, December 27, 2010
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 NewsPhoto: Nan Goldin, Valerie and Bruno, Valerie with pink panties, Paris, 2001
Sunday, December 26, 2010
and i am the rain
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