jslilley:

...just a few things I've collected, I suppose.

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Azalee in California   -    Michele Cascella , 1979

American / Italian, 1892 - 1989

Oil on canvas,  100 x 150 cm (39.4 x 59.1 in)

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Darling Karen.

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Rebecca Tamás

[mcfffartney]

Joni Mitchell: A Woman of Heart and Mind (2003), dir. Susan Lacy

[rookiemag]

Reach Out: An Interview With Sheila Heti

On personal style, “the life of the writer,” and why you should bug the people you admire.

Interview by Monika, collage by Minna, using a photo by Seth Fluker.

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Enjoyed.

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I love loneliness. I consider my history with loneliness to be among my great blessings.

Marilynne Robinson from here

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There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to a cause or consequence? It is worth living long enough to outlast whatever sense of grievance you may acquire. Another reason why you must be careful of your health

John Ames, in Gilead by Marilynne Robinson

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Marilynne Robinson

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“I once asked my friends if they’d ever held things that gave them a spooky sense of history. Ancient pots with three-thousand-year-old thumbprints in the clay, said one. Antique keys, another. Clay pipes. Dancing shoes from WWII. Roman coins I found in a field. Old bus tickets in second-hand books. Everyone agreed that what these small things did was strangely intimate; they gave them the sense, as they picked them up and turned them in their fingers, of another person, an unknown person a long time ago, who had held that object in their hands. You don’t know anything about them, but you feel the other person’s there, one friend told me. It’s like all the years between you and them disappear. Like you become them, somehow.”

— Helen Macdonald, H is For Hawk

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Solar System Quilt by Ellen Harding, 1876

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Shirley Jackson, magnificent and painfully under-appreciated genius.

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Joanna Newsom.

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What can I say, except: I forgive myself for every time I neglected to take a risk, for all the narrowings and winnowings of my life. I understand that fear beckons to a person as much as possibility does, and even more strongly.

Sheila Heti, Motherhood

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The Child Thing: An Interview with Sheila Heti

Claudia Dey interviews Sheila Heti about her new novel, ‘Motherhood,’ and the failures of the word mother.

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“I’d always been fond of…Gothic tales, cruel tales, tales of wonder, tales of terror, fabulous narratives that deal directly with the imagery of the unconscious—mirrors; the externalized self; forsaken castles; haunted castles; forbidden sexual objects.”

Angela Carter, 1976; photograph by Fay Godwin