“Dodie Bellamy: “An in-your-face owning of one’s vulnerability is a powerful feminist strategy … to deny behaviors gendered as weak or “feminine” is not feminist or queer, it’s heteronormative to the hilt.”—Dodie Bellamy via Emily Books (via rachelfershleiser)
"About the only positive development at court for which Charles could take some credit had occurred on July 3 , when Yolande’s daughter Marie gave birth to the couple’s first child, a son, Louis, thereby establishing a line of succession, although even here Charles could not really be said to have done the heavy lifting."
“ANNE CARSON: “But over the years of working at it, I came to think of translating as a room, not exactly an unknown room, where one gropes for the light switch. I guess it never ends. A brother never ends. I prowl him. He does not end… Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate.”—NOX
"It is rare indeed that people give. Most people guard and keep; they suppose that it is they themselves that they are guarding and keeping, whereas what they are actually guarding and keeping is their system of reality and what they assume themselves to be. One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself — that is to say, risking oneself. If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving."
“IF WE HAD NOT LOVED EACH OTHER NONE OF US WOULD HAVE SURVIVED
“Well, you were born, here you came…here you were: to be loved. To be loved, baby, hard, at once, and forever, to strengthen you against the loveless world. Remember that: I know how black it looks today, for you. It looked bad that day, too, yes, we were trembling. We have not stopped trembling yet, but if we had not loved each other none of us would have survived.”—James Baldwin, My Dungeon Shook
not your inferiority but their inhumanity and fear
"I know what the world has done to my brother and how narrowly he has survived it. And I know, which is much worse, and this is the crime of which I accuse my country and my countrymen, and for which neither I or time or history will ever forgive them, that they have destroyed and are destroying hundreds of thousands of lives and do not know it and do not want to know it."
"Please try to remember that what they believe, as well as what they do and cause you to endure, does not testify to your inferiority but to their inhumanity and fear."
James Baldwin, another voice in favor of racial equality, human dignity, and civil rights, from “My Dungeon Shook: Letter to my Nephew on the 100th Anniversary of the Emancipation”
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books…which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.”—
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”—bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via suzywire)
“Pity the Elf Slaves of Online Shipping | Mother Jones
“So while I don’t want to have to change out of my pajamas to go shopping, either, and I fully expect the goods I order off the internet to materialize at my front door in about the amount of time it would take them to be transported from the Starship Enterprise, I’m just sayin’. Like I tell people who are unfortunate enough to be friends with me: It’s worth considering how the hell those goods get to you, so fast, and for free, when the company you bought them from is posting profits in the millions, or even, in the case of Amazon, billions. Chances are, it’s via the people who worked for the small businesses we ruined when we were saving $4 by buying stuff off the internet, people performing dangerously repetitive or otherwise ergonomically unsound jobs in a cold, shitty, emotionally abusive warehouse for very little money and very few benefits, the kind of conditions people endure only because it’s their last resort. It’s worth considering, because one of the reasons those conditions can so widely prevail is that no one ever does.”—
I have caught much of it on paper. But infinitely the greater part is in the wash of my brain and blood.
For my friends who write:
"There is always a moment when we must begin to write. There are always the hundreds, the thousands, of struggle, of getting up, of pacing about, of sitting down, of laborious uneven accomplishment. During the time of actual work, what else besides ourselves, can help us? Can we call to mind then the contents of 20,000 books? Can we depend on anything other than ourselves for help?
But deeper study always, sharper senses, profounder living; never an end to curiosity!
The fruit of all this comes later. I must think. I must mix it all with myself and with America. I have caught much of it on paper. But infinitely the greater part is in the wash of my brain and blood.”
A gentleman named Farhad Manjoo just posted a proudly contrarian article on Slate explaining why independent bookstores are not only irrelevent but maybe even harmful. I work at an independent bookstore, so that’s an argument I’d be very very curious to see made well. Honestly, I know the failings of small booksellers as well as anyone, and it’d be good to see them articulated. But that’s not what this essay was. Let’s look at it. All of it. In detail.
I’ll be interjecting my thoughts into the text of the essay itself. I know that’s a pretty ungenerous way to go about it, but as you’ll see, Mr. Manjoo is kind of an asshat, so I’m not feeling generous.
The more I think about the latest Amazon outrage, and filter through my lack of shock, then my sadness at my lack of shock, then my sadness at my sadness of my lack of shock, the thing that really bothers me is that Amazon seem to be obsessed with making decisions that make people angry at them….
“… body-time sang its song in slow dissolves. Gradual transformations, slow washes, a slowmoving music of colors, of thick chords. The shape of these modulations was all curves, parabolas, the organic transformations of nature, the majesty of that tempo, the utter indifference of the sunset, of cloud formations, of an increase in humidity: the pace of the needle measuring barometric pressure.”—from [sic] by Joshua Cody
So it was himself that he was attempting to define as he worked on his study. As he sanded the old boards for his bookcases, and saw the surface roughness disappear, the gray weathering flake away to the essential wood and finally to a rich purity of grain and texture - as he repaired his furniture and arranged it in the room, it was himself that he was slowly shaping, it was himself that he was putting into a kind of order, it was himself that he was making possible.
Awesome. I was SO in high school. And my dad had to come pick me up so that I could make it to church in time to sing in choir for the Christmas Eve service. Needless to say, I don’t think I was their typical juvenile delinquent.
The album “Homesongs” by Adem was my white whale for a few years. A British import by the guy whose voice (and his piercing falsetto) reminds me of Jeff Buckley’s. It wasn’t available on iTunes, I refused to buy it from Amazon, so I resorted to hoping for serendipity at Amoeba Records. Two years later, I just got impatient. It felt like cheating a bit, after so long, but I ordered it off of eBay.
Now, thankfully, I can’t stop listening. He’s my favorite that no one’s heard of…
“Medicine, I said, begins with storytelling. Patients tell stories to describe illness; doctors tell stories to understand it. Science tells its own story to explain diseases. This story of one cancer’s genesis — of carcinogens causing mutations in internal genes, unleashing cascading pathways in cells that then cycle through mutation, selection, and survival — represents the most cogent outline we have of cancer’s birth.”—
The Emperor of All Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee
Remember last year when I was telling y’all to read this? Well, it’s still true. Do it now so we can talk about it.
"I like about any kind of store, except grown-up stores."
"This potato does not have very many eyes. It smells like fishing lewers."
"I am a football and I always get jamed into the star’s stomach and I don’t like it!"
"What is the quietest thing I can think of? Hair growing, brains thinking, mud flowing, people reading in a library, ants walking in a cotton field, a hummingbird humming."
"I am kind of thankful that the dinosaurs are extinct, because they would eat us."
"Dear BFG, I really liked your book. It is fun reading your incorrect language. I also would like to go to Giantcountry or Dreamcountry. I was wondering if you could pay me a visit on Christmas Eve at 5700 Woodland Road, Des Moines, IA USA 50312. From your friend, Emily Pullen."