a project

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

the discipline is in the reflection, not just on minutes but on days, and not just on years but on seconds - the slightest glance and the longest lesson, across a room or a decade. it's never too late to start something old.

[theparisreview]

Writing is making sense of life.

Nadine Gordimer, The Art of Fiction No. 77 (via theparisreview)

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

i'm out of habit but I have missed this. the stringing together of all the tiny pearls of observation and sentiment. when you've been gasping for so long you forget about the air that each little one contains. the discipline is in the reflection, not just on minutes but on days, and not just on years but on seconds - the slightest glance and the longest lesson, across a room or a decade. it's the only way to loose precious, shiny thoughts from their velveteen wrap, until they spill out, one by one, toppling onto a page. it's raining outside still. the balcony flooded yesterday and my slippers got wet as I tried to unclog the drain. you're snoring already and I'm not sure how you fell asleep so quickly. I guess winter is officially here because our room smells like tumble-dried flannel and eucalyptus. the clock says it's four past midnight. tuesday morning. the balcony actually flooded two days ago.

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

it doesn't matter whether the moon is full or a cheshire cat crescent grin, the sky will always fall when you start forgetting the last time it did; when crying out for help is a blurry recollection, like remembering what you ate for dinner on wednesday last week or the dream you woke from and promised yourself you'd articulate and pass on to someone who would listen that was only a shadow by the time your alarm went off to mark the start of your day.

[emiii-chan]

Mermaid Lagoon at Tokyo DisneySea

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

AUGUST!

[exxesandohmyys]

Disney women + emojis

[theparisreview]

You should know more about human nature every year of your life.

Norman Mailer, The Art of Fiction No. 193 (via theparisreview)

[aseaofquotes]

[days-of-reading]

Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

well, square one, we meet again.

[vanila-ice-cream]

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

it seems unfathomable, from home, in bed, that thirty-six hours ago we were cycling along marine drive looking out over the arabian sea.

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

'inside out' // justin vernon

[pr1nceshawn]

/censored  - What Social Media Looks Like After Being ‘Censored’

[ummhello]

[grownupswerechildrenfirst]

i love you more than the world can contain in its lonely and ramshackle head

[newyorker]

What I’d really like, in fact, is to be young and middle-aged, and perhaps even very old, all at the same time—and to be dark- and fair-skinned, deaf and hearing, gay and straight, male and female. I can’t do that in life, but I can do it in writing, and so can you. Never forget that the truest luxury is imagination, and that being a writer gives you the leeway to exploit all of the imagination’s curious intricacies, to be what you were, what you are, what you will be, and what everyone else is or was or will be, too.

Andrew Solomon's advice for young writers. (via newyorker)

[newyorker]

Post-Internet Poetry Comes of Age

Kenneth Goldsmith on Sam Riviere’s “Kim Kardashian’s Marriage”:

The title of Riviere’s book is misleading: the text inside was not, as you might have guessed, scraped from Kim Kardashian’s social-media presence or from gossip sites; in fact, it has nothing to do with her or her wedding at all, really. Instead, Riviere used the duration of Kardashian’s first marriage—seventy-two days—as a constraint to determine how many poems the book would contain. And the whole book is similarly deceptive: what appears to be a series of semi-confessional lyric poems are all mathematically based on Web searches. Through an elaborate process of cannibalizing and recombining chapter headings from his previous books, Riviere has come up with a series of keywords upon which his Web searches are based. After throwing them into Google, he accepts the first ten results from each search and then crafts them into stanzas. His book is entirely unoriginal: not a single word of his own is added.

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