Thursday, January 26, 2012

Rain Light

by W. S. Merwin

All day the stars watch from long ago

my mother said I am going now

when you are alone you will be all right

whether or not you know you will know

look at the old house in the dawn rain

all the flowers are forms of water

the sun reminds them through a white cloud

touches the patchwork spread on the hill

the washed colors of the afterlife

that lived there long before you were born

see how they wake without a question

even though the whole world is burning


invisiblestories:

Passage through the ice

invisiblestories:

Passage through the ice

Thursday, January 19, 2012
fuckyeahmanuscripts:

Franz Kafka’s manuscript from The Trial, 1925
Over at the New York Times, the lovely Elif Batuman has a great article about the battle over Kafka’s literary estate.

I admit, I felt a painful clench of disappointment when the honorable Ms. Batuman referred to the legal battle over Kafka’s estate as “kafkaesque”—so easy, so pat, I sneered, faithless—but then:
“It is unclear how much of Brod’s estate is still housed in the Spinoza Street apartment, which is currently inhabited by Eva Hoffe and between 40 and 100 cats.”
It kind of is. 

fuckyeahmanuscripts:

Franz Kafka’s manuscript from The Trial, 1925

Over at the New York Times, the lovely Elif Batuman has a great article about the battle over Kafka’s literary estate.

I admit, I felt a painful clench of disappointment when the honorable Ms. Batuman referred to the legal battle over Kafka’s estate as “kafkaesque”—so easy, so pat, I sneered, faithless—but then:

It is unclear how much of Brod’s estate is still housed in the Spinoza Street apartment, which is currently inhabited by Eva Hoffe and between 40 and 100 cats.”

It kind of is

Friday, January 13, 2012
jesuisperdu:

Herbert George

jesuisperdu:

Herbert George

Thursday, January 12, 2012
It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

Carson McCullers (via psychotherapy) (via stephaniesays)

Oh Carson.

zanmcquade replied to your link: Here Comes the Rooster - The Morning News

If The Marriage Plot wins I will be very, very disappointed in all of the judges. Harbach all the way.

I haven’t yet read The Art of Fielding so probably I shouldn’t say anything until next week or so when I do get to it. However, I love talking confidently about books that I know nothing about, so I won’t abstain. You may be right about Fielding’s chances—everyone who’s read it seems to love it. I have a premonition of dislike for myself. (And yes, am fully prepared to do whatever it takes to atone for this bold statement if I turn out to adore it.) I feel like I’ve read all the sports literature I’ll ever need between Exley and DeLillo’s 50 page dramatization of “The Shot Heard Around the World” at the beginning of Underworld, so if Fielding has even the slightest of heavy-handed metaphorical trappings around baseball I’m going to hate it. Also, my archnemesis Franzen saw fit to blurb enthusiastically about it not once but twice which gives me a lot of suspicion—if Franzen likes it then I must, out of sheer contrariness, not. Which isn’t fair—maybe they just have the same agent—and all of my reasons are terrible really—but I honestly would never read it if not for some outside force like the Rooster compelling me to do so. Still, it might be a very enjoyable final to have the two against one another and not just because their covers are so similar. Two extremely novelly novels (I’m assuming on the Harbach based on reviews), both set in or near universities—Barthes versus baseball. That win depends much on the backgrounds of the various judges, as does every decision in the game, I suppose, and I haven’t yet (and may not—I’m not obsessed here or anything) investigated the judges and tried to build their sense of taste in order to strengthen my own predictions. The Marriage Plot is deeply flawed—my biggest problem with it was that it tried to have its cake and eat it, tried to be a postmodern critique of the Marriage Plot novels of yore while still completely being one; it was unclear in its intentions and suffered for that, not a full success at either—but at least one of its flaws—the weakness of the sole female protagonist Madeline—may be a strength as it allows some readers to project themselves into the novel through her fuzzily outlined character. Also, I at least found it a quick, gripping read—I went through it in a day flat—which may lead to the Unputdownable Fallacy, in which a book is falsely accorded some sort of excellence just because it’s utterly compelling. And historically the ToB loves books that make readers feel smart—think Cloud Atlas, Wolf Hall—so all of the quotes from French Theorists and religious mystics might really work in its favor. That’s the basis of my prediction. 

I’ll be wildly disappointed if 1Q84 wins, myself. That’s the 1/2 book that I haven’t been able to bring myself to finish because I found it so disappointing. It does have a lot of popular appeal, though, and a lot of people seem to love it even while recognizing its myriad flaws, so who knows.

Monday, January 9, 2012
It was very peaceful… (by estelle & ivy)
Miss Suzy! Oh my goodness oh my goodness I loved this book so much as a small child and had completely forgotten about it until today. Overwhelmed with nostalgic delight.

It was very peaceful… (by estelle & ivy)

Miss Suzy! Oh my goodness oh my goodness I loved this book so much as a small child and had completely forgotten about it until today. Overwhelmed with nostalgic delight.

Sunday, January 8, 2012 Friday, January 6, 2012
(by ADiamondFellFromTheSky)
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
clancypantz:








I love this photo. So many “historical” daguerrotypes show solemn faces (which makes sense if you only have a few photos taken in your life!) But you can practically hear the laughter in the last frame.

clancypantz:

I love this photo. So many “historical” daguerrotypes show solemn faces (which makes sense if you only have a few photos taken in your life!) But you can practically hear the laughter in the last frame.

(Source: golden-notebook)

From the time I learned to love Jade and was drawn into the life of the Butterfield house, straight through to the wait for my case to come before the judge, there was nothing in my life that wasn’t alive with meaning, that wasn’t capable of suggesting weird and hidden significances, that didn’t carry with it the undertaste of what for lack of anything better to call it I’ll call The Infinite. If being in love is to be suddenly united with the most unruly, the most outrageously alive part of yourself, this state of piercing consciousness did not subside in me, as I’ve learned it does in others, after a time. If my mind could have made a sound, it would have burst a row of wineglasses. I saw coincidences everywhere; meanings darted and danced like overheated molecules. Everything was terrifyingly complex; everything was terrifyingly simple. Nothing went unnoticed and everything carried with it a kind of drama. Endless Love, Scott Spencer