March 2011
a bright wall in a dark room.: The Umbrellas of... →
brightwalldarkroom:
SING YOUR LIFE.
by Brianna Ashby
Oh, love. The story always begins the same way; you meet someone and suddenly there are glittery explosions in the sky, butterflies everywhere, and string quartets around every corner. You see only light and color, vibrating and rosy as if you had…
Watch“Wake and Be Fine” - Okkervil River (official music video, via NPR’s First Look)
“When we recorded “Wake and Be Fine,” I wanted it to have that massive, towering, overwhelming quality. I put together a giant version of Okkervil River – two drum kits, two pianos, two electric basses, five electric guitarists, two acoustic guitarists, thirteen percussionists, ...
“Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
“We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our...”
– Henry James
“Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the...”
– Albert Camus
“…our motivations rarely are pure gold; they are usually alloyed with one...”
– Karen Horney, Neurosis and Human Growth
“I want what we all want,” said Carl. “To move certain parts of the...”
– Jonathan Lethem, You Don’t Love Me Yet
The Pale King Review - David Foster Wallace The... →
The final, beautiful act of an unwilling icon. A review, by way of appreciation.
“The Internet has co-opted the word “browse” for its own purposes, but it’s worth...”
– Nicole Krauss, “The End of Bookstores”
I will never, ever stop going to bookstores. For the above reasons and many, many more (including new book smell, which is quite possibly the best smell in the history of the world.) I just hope there are enough people out there like me, and that...
“It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.”
– W.G. Sebald
Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.
- Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance:...
“But the fact is that writing is the only way in which I am able to cope with the...”
– W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
At Last - Etta James
somewhere i have never travelled... (e.e....
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, misteriously) her first rose or if your...
Ten years ago right now, I was putting on a real tuxedo for the very first time, a few hours away from making the best decision of my entire life with just two little words:
I do.
“For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to...”
– Albert Camus
