Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Thursday, May 17, 2012
My postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face
"Don't classify me, read me. I'm a writer, not a genre.”
-Carlos Fuentes, RIP (November 11, 1928 – May 15, 2012)
Image: Antonie Philips van Leeuwenhoek, drawing of a microscopic section through one year old ash wood
Title: Nod to Anne Sexton
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
When the words become palpable
Know amazedly how
often one takes his madness
into his own hands
often one takes his madness
into his own hands
and keeps it.
—Lorine Niedecker
—Lorine Niedecker
Image: Adolf Wölfli, Rosalia Walther, Owner of the Grand-Hotel on Mount Neveranger, 1911
Title: Nod to John Ashbery
Friday, April 13, 2012
The Radical of Writing
“Write about what you don't know about what you know.”
―Eudora Welty
Image: Yto Barrada, Family Tree, 2009
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The Unsaid
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Monday, August 1, 2011
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I Begin Everywhere at Once
"I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me." —Elias Canetti
Have I said this before? Most likely.
I've arrived, remained, left, only to leave again and return. Which is coming and which is going? I tend to confuse the two. A decision, then. Instead of mourning the time, the oddities, the surrounding infinite of things, I will write.
I've arrived, remained, left, only to leave again and return. Which is coming and which is going? I tend to confuse the two. A decision, then. Instead of mourning the time, the oddities, the surrounding infinite of things, I will write.
Photo: Zion National Park, Utah. Cross-bedded Navajo Sandstone on Checkerboard Mountain along the Zion-Mount Carmel road. Circa 1946.
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