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)

Looks like a ground hog ate my garden for breakfast.

angelashelton:

Don’t burn books

(Source: http://cdoglesn.tumblr.com/post/4159989788)

libraryland:

C.S. Lewis

(Source: http://nearemmaus.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/lewis320x.jpg)

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.’

C.S. Lewis (via libraryland)

libraryland:

Poet T.S. Eliot

(Source: http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/eliot/eliot2.jpg)

Last night at the Kava Bar

Last night at Asheville's Kava Bar
Last night at the open mic at Asheville's Kava Bar

Last night I live blogged the open mic at Vanuatu. Pics and videos of the live blogging session are here.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

T. S. Eliot. Quoted in “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” (via ahistoryofquotes)

Open mic tribal jam session with the American Gonzos at the Kava Bar. #avlent

The American Gonzos setting up for their song ‘39 Steps’ at the Kava Bar. #avlent

Asher & Nick at the Kava Bar open mic. #avlent

River Rats setting up for a bluesy set called ‘Riverside’ at the Kava Bar.

Caleb reads a Lorca translation at the Kava Bar open mic.

I’m glad that sales of my books have dropped to where serious literary journals now take an interest in me.

Garrison Keillor (via theparisreview)

I loathe blogs when I look at them. Blogs look to me illiterate, they look hasty, like someone babbling. To me writing is a considered act. It’s something which is a great labor of thought and consideration. A blog doesn’t seem to have any literary merit at all. It’s a chatty account of things that have happened to that particular person.

Paul Theroux discusses blogging, travel writing, “Three Cups of Tea,” and his new book “The Tao of Travel.” Read the whole interview at The Atlantic. (via theatlantic)

If you work with your hands, you’re a laborer.
If you work with your hands and your mind, you’re a craftsman.
If you work with your hands and your mind and your heart, you’re an artist.

Saint Francis of Assisi (via ftweeks)