“You know, people often ask what makes an artist, and I think it’s just the willingness to do the work without thinking in terms of the result. Anne gets up at eight in the morning and she writes, and then she goes swimming and then she writes, and then she comes back and writes and then she has dinner, she takes a walk, and she thinks and she writes. And Julian Schnabel makes a movie and when he’s done with the movie he goes to his studio and he paints.”
— Robert Currie, from “Half Lives and Long Drives: An Interview with Anne Carson and Robert Currie In Conversation with Sara Elkamel and NYU Undergraduates”, published in Lit Hub, May 12, 2021
“Well, I think every piece of work has its own voice, and you have to figure out what that is, sort of work into it. It’s not the same voice from piece to piece. So when I read this now, it seemed like someone else wrote it. But I find that each thought has a sound inside it. I mean, you can hear in your head how the thought should sound like. Sometimes there are rhythms and melodies even before there are words, and you have to find the words that fit into that rhythm or melody. But the voice comes with the thought, for me.”
— Anne Carson, from “Half Lives and Long Drives:
An Interview with Anne Carson and Robert Currie In Conversation with Sara Elkamel and NYU Undergraduates”, published in Lit Hub, May 12, 2021
ma makes one aware of the presence of absence. It’s the gap where the moonlight sifts through; it’s the space between two slate stones that guide your steps along a path; it’s the hollow where ghosts gather; it’s the pause in conversation, the ripe silence of the unspoken.
Nina MacLaughlin, from “The Dark Feels Different in November” , The Paris Review
[Text transcript: “In the teeth of my beloved, I am being dragged, coughing, to the center of a field that sprouts my mother’s favorite flower. Each of them comes out of the ground dying. Do you get it now? No matter how beautiful a child illustrates it, the actual heart is an ugly machine. A hideous chorus of chambers. It gets what it deserves.” End transcript.]
Hanif Aburraqib, A Fortune for Your Disaster
I was tagged by the lovely @madame-verte to post 9 books I want to read in 2022. Yours is a collection so ecclectic I want to read too! Here’s mine; I kept it to three of each genre. Will 2022 be the year I make it through Herodotus? 🙃
Tagging whoever would like to do this! Please tag me if you do - I’d be interested to see your results (and get book recs) 🧡🧡
stop making shows about americans in europe… try europeans in america instead. the outrage of not knowing exactly what something costs at a store,, no public transport,, everyone smiling in your face and waiters scaring you by constantly popping up at your table… ice in your water for some reason,, the kind of culture clash i want to see!!
fuck emily in paris i want françois in texas
snakes are reversed vampires
they get energy from lying in the sun, they inject shitty blood IN with their fangs, and they have no hands
????? vampires have hands?????????
i really love the roman iconography of depicting emperors as jupiter, because the idealization and heroic nudity means we get a lot of really good statues of super realistic wrinkly old man heads slapped onto the most chiseled body you’ve ever seen
case in point