Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
Rudyard Kipling (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via ireadintothings)
Month: November 2009
what if our homes were places not where you retreat from the big bad world but what if they were places of hospitality where we welcome people in and we share life with them and we ask them about their hopes and dreams and… their failures?
kurt hannah
here’s another painting generated by one of the kidlingers during a saturday morning painting session…
i’m painting with kidlingers on a saturday morning… here’s one of their creations…
there are three new coffeehouse junkie podcasts (link) available this month. the recent episode features an essay i wrote — for a poetry writing workshop I’m teaching at the flood fine arts center — titled ‘the echo.’ also included are two poems that were discused in the second session of the poetry writing workshop: ‘i saw her through the mist’ by roger aplon and ‘the old man goes home’ by kell robertson.
Even when we try to avoid looking at screens, our eyes are naturally drawn to their flickering lights. The dazzling special effects of our iPhones and our video games stimulate our brains more powerfully than reality. Given the option of looking at the slow pace of nature unfold or the frenetic speed of a big budget movie playing on a tiny screen, we often choose the screen. […] Our visual addiction is masking our fear of feeling existence to its fullest.
Screen Addiction, Adbusters (via somethingchanged) (via jomc)
All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and the sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.
Ernest Hemingway in Esquire, December 1934 (via 52books)
malty: My post-it note confession
confirmed… i have a visual on snow flurries in south asheville… kidlingers are in revolt & searching for their hoth battle suits…
this morning, i think i’ve heard more sacred hymns on npr’s giving thanks program than i’ve heard in the church i’ve attended for eight years… weird… um, so, happy thanksgiving day & imma eat some bbq now…
crookedtooth: Why is it that all of my favourite people live so far away?
yes, it’s almost 11p.m. & i just returned from the grocery store with the essentials… so i’m thinking bbq is probably the most nontraditional thanksgiving day meal ever… right?
searching for a new chess set and board for a young apprentice… can’t decide between an isle of lewis chess set or celtic chess set…
Facebook will replace email for a new generation. The chat is moving to a multimedia format. Gaming will move from devices directly to the internet. And Apple has a big future because of its strong mobile focus.
Ram Shriram (via the guardian)
I think sometimes that being overly type-sensitive is like an allergy, my font nerdiness makes me have bad reactions to things that spoil otherwise pleasant moments.
Michael Bierut, partner in Pentagram design group, NYC (via Mistakes in Typography Grate the Purists by Alice Rawsthorn)
Read full article from the New York Times HERE.
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I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
Anne Lamott (via crookedtooth)
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
Robert Frost (via sonhosincolor)
A designer is an emerging synthesis of artist, inventor, mechanic, objective economist and evolutionary strategist.
Buckminster Fuller (via 7knotwind)
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Creative-writing programs are designed on the theory that students who have never published a poem can teach other students who have never published a poem how to write a publishable poem.
“Show or Tell: Should creative writing be taught?” by Louis Menand in The New Yorker (via somethingchanged)
the definition of haiku is more than 3-line poems with no more than 17 syllables… the key is the revelatory moment…
Haiku… are short, unrhymed, poems… that juxtapose two images to capture a moment of insight about the world or about oneself. (via poetry foundation)
i wasn’t kidding when i said i have a 1000-page manuscript. here’s a photo of it on my drawing table. now if i can only find where i put my lighter…
speaking of ‘inadvertently burnt’ manuscripts… i came across this interesting piece about about William Carlos Williams’ first volume of poetry…
Of William Carlos Williams’ debut slim volume, Poems, which the young and popular physician of Paterson, NJ published privately in 1909 only two copies are known to exist. Of the second state, which differs from the first in only a few respects, a hundred copies were published in 1910 by a local printer Howell at 25 cents a copy. Dr Williams took a dozen of these to the local stationery store and after a month four had been sold, so he brought home the remainder and after distributing a few copies to members of his family, returned the rest of the edition to his printer. At some point Howell, as Williams recalled in his Autobiography, then wrapped them in a neat bundle and put them away for ‘safe keeping’. After they had ‘ reposed ten years or more on a rafter under the eaves of his old chicken coop ‘ they were ‘, Williams recorded ruefully, ‘inadvertently burnt’. (via bookride)
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