June 2011 – Page 2 – Coffeehouse Junkie

Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well.

Ernest Hemingway, “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” (via libraryland)

Ezra Pound at William Carlos Williams’s house in 1958 by Richard Avedon

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(Source: http://proustitute.tumblr.com/post/5967026107/ezra-pound-at-william-carlos-williamss-house-in)

The history of art is the history of iconoclasm, the history of some new voice saying that everything you know is wrong.

Richard Powers (via theparisreview)

Nightstand reading

I’ve been told my taste in books is eclectic.

Showtime with Over the Rhine! #avlent

Lucy Wainwright Roche opening for Over the Rhine at The Peel. #avlent (Taken with instagram)

(Source: http://instagr.am/p/F9-dE/)

Coffee with Iron Man.

(Source: http://instagr.am/p/F7y_7/)

All that remains in the garden are the marigolds.

I think the names of colors are at the edge between where language fails and where it’s at its most powerful.

A. S. Byatt (via theparisreview)

(Source: http://readingisforlovers.tumblr.com/post/5907431689)

7 Simple and Intelligent Logo Designs

What is HTML5?

(via designbeep)

tylerknott:

You
keep
me
in
balance.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

(Source: http://tylerknott.com)

itsfullofstars:

Galileo’s sketches and observations of the Moon, revealing that the surface was mountainous.

(Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Galileo_moon_phases.jpg)

It is a luxury to be understood.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fever-inmymind)

hopicecream:

Asheville’s Runaway Circus just flat out know how to put on a fun show. We’re so fortunate to have them perform in our little Ice Cream shop 🙂

(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)

The smell of ink is intoxicating to me – others may have wine, but I have poetry.

Terri Guillemets (via scribbledpoetry)

I had forgotten that time wasn’t fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end.

Joyce Carol Oates, I Am No One You Know: Stories (via libraryland)

…the idea of going to your desk for existential comfort, or at least some sort of a reason to get up every day, and also a reason for why it’s okay to get up every day or even desirable to get up every day—that idea makes sense to me. And if you could actually communicate that sense to your reader—if your book convinced them somehow, even temporarily, that it’s perhaps overwhelmingly okay to get up every day—that would be, to say the least, pretty neat.

Chris Adrian on The Great Night (via theparisreview)