My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you. - John Berger
eceu: My Sweet Lord - George Harrison Ten...
He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.– Amy Hempel, The Collected Stories
What life is about, why we are here, why it is so painful, relationships between...– Woody Allen, on PBS American Masters (via ohhoolie)
When Woody Met Diane →
A short clip from Woody Allen: A Biography featuring two of my very favorite people, Woody Allen and Diane Keaton. (Part II of this PBS documentary starts tonight in about 40 minutes, and I’d highly recommend you watch it. The first part was fantastic - went from his childhood to about 1982 - and if you missed it you can watch it online here).
2. If they find a copy of Richard Yates’s Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, they buy...– Ann Beattie’s 7 Truths About Writers : The New Yorker
waxandmilk: Woody Allen: A Documentary Directed by Robert Weide New Woody Allen documentary directed by Robert Weide, producer/director of Curb Your Enthusiasm (!). Premieres Sunday 11/20 and Monday 11/21 at 9pm on PBS. “This is the Woody doc everybody has been waiting for, and I am delighted that this creative giant is finally assuming his rightful place in the American Masters library” —...
Love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.– Leonard Cohen
a bright wall in a dark room.: Catching Hell... →
brightwalldarkroom: No matter how many times you watch that footage, it doesn’t get any less discomfiting. Sure, there’s the wincing pain of watching a fan interfere with a play and seemingly put the ultimate defeat of the Cubs in motion. But there’s also the sheer weirdness of the moments afterwards. Steve Bartman’s blank face, staring at—at what? At nothing. Not at the game, not at...
My trouble is, I analyze life instead of live it.– Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself
I always loved reading about such things in older novels, and I find that...– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Powell’s interview
You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase:...– Henri Frederic Amiel, philosopher and writer (1821-1881)
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of...– Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via failuresoffeeling)
Drive (2011) →
brightwalldarkroom: by Edward Montgomery Step one for this essay is the communal recitation of our postmodernist plight: “Nothing is simple these days. Little is whole. We are part technology, part broken-family, part digital, part unknowable, and and incapable of belief in mystery. Our days are blurs: commutes forgotten over pixel-strings of texts sent describing nothing, days awash in...
“Well, I don’t know. I don’t know. Some people certainly feel that it’s the price you pay for an overdeveloped sensibility. Namely, you know, the door sticks, as I try to open it, it sticks. Okay, so I have a nervous breakdown. The guy at the corner of Fifth and Hennepin, the door sticks, shit, he fixes it and he opens it. No sweat! I’ve been in hospital for six...
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.– Roland Barthes
“Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on...
things i like on a tuesday morning, in no...
1. The Marriage Plot. Currently 50 pages in, and enjoying it immensely, in a way that perhaphs only a one-time English major (I still remember you, 20 year old self!) can. Eugenides remains one of my favorite writers in the world, even if he only manages to put out about one book per decade. 2. The sound of Nicholson Baker’s voice. I’m a huge fan of (most of) his books as well, and...