#litfest

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My haul from Litfest today! Small but esoteric. The Great Lakes Tarot was only $20 which is very reasonable for a tarot deck; they also have a rust belt tarot and they publish fascinating books. The soccer book I bought from radical bookseller Haymarket Books. But the prize of the day is a secondhand slipcase box book called Rogues, Vagabonds, and Sturdy Beggars. It's a 1973 reproduction of Tudor pamphlets about sin and crime, and it has the most astounding woodcut reproductions.

That's a lady with her nips out having a nice dance, a devil climbing out of the inside of a pair of dice being witnessed by a rooster, and a woman embodying Pride having the time of her life with a guy who has a suspiciously pointy tail. And that's just the stuff on the slipcase. Best $3 I've spent in years.

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Epic Rap Battles of History: We about to drop the hottest, and the most angsty, mixtape in all of Brightmoon (It's more of a disstrack)

You just can't see it, but I'm wearing Ralph Lauren socks to honor the fact that Adora would 10/10 be THE horse girl in a Modern AU

Grunge!Catra CN | @arihelladone Event | Sugbo Entertainment Expo 2019 & CebuLitfest x Komiket 2019

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Exeter LitFest moves forward as nonprofit

EXETER — The Exeter LitFest, held for the first time in April, recently received approval as a 501c3 nonprofit organization with the intenti

The Exeter LitFest, held for the first time in April, recently received approval as a 501c3 nonprofit organization with the intention of making the festival an annual event.

The newly formed nonprofit is led by a volunteer board of directors, whose goal is to help make the LitFest a sustainable event by supporting its growth while spearheading fundraising and outreach efforts.

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Why You Can't Miss LitFest, Ireland's Extraordinary Food And Drink Festival

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I Did Not Want To Live Until I Did

Spoken word poetry last February 11, 2017 hosted by Cebu litfest

Four years ago, I did not want to live my days out like this. I did not want to wake up from an hour of sleep not because I was too sleepy to start another day, not because my bed was too comfortable, but because my knees were weaker than they have been since my mother patched up my wounds; she told me "Child, rise when you fall." I did not want to sit in front of my desk with a pen and a paper not because my spine hurts when I slouch, or not because my desk had little space for my arms, but because my hands were cold and exhausted from constantly writing about this pain that pinned me down to my bedsheets every morning. I did not want to have my friends come over to my house. Not because I was just having a bad day. Not because I did not want to see them; but because I did not want them to see me slowly slipping away. I did not want to look at myself in the mirror for more than a minute; not because the glass distorted my face the longer I stared; not because I always had to rush out of the door and I did not have time to fix my hair, but because I did not want to watch the flashing memories of when I had my heart broken reflected in my eyes. I did not want to see my wounds when I slashed my wrists open and pierced my skin with my nails hoping that the blood that comes out washes away my guilt and shame-- I bled in places where no one could see me. I did not want to shut my eyes to watch my dreams; not because I was afraid of the ghosts that my grandfather made up when I was five, not because my dreams were stories of me chasing my breath and the light of the sun on the mountains, but because my dreams were always nightmares; strange tales of a little girl running away from the dwindling light in a tunnel and the monsters that creep in the darkness. My dreams made me hold my breath longer than I hold my breath underwater to live. I did not want to live. Until I did. Until you found me amidst the wars that I was battling. You took my hands and clasped them in yours. You told me I was beautiful and I didn't believe you until one night when you saw me drenched in tears and instead of screaming at me for being fragile, you traced your fingers on the intricate details of my skin, kissing my scars and you said, "I want to love you for the rest of my life."

Since less than four years ago, even in all the brokenness, I wanted to live a day longer, and longer, and another day longer. Not because someone else dictated that I should; Not because I ran out of sharp-pointed objects to slit my skin open to bleed; But because, love, you are the most beautiful thing that exists in the chaos of my mind. And I want to love you for the rest of my life.

-Valerie T.

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I was listening to a daily podcast about Chicago, and they mentioned a Printer's Row Lit Fest that was at the corner of Dearborn & Polk. I was like, "Oooh, Sam's cats are going to be at a festival in Chicago?" Then I realized they meant the streets. (This is what happens when I listen to a podcast before I'm fully awake.) And cats or no cats, I'm out of town this weekend, so I can't go anyway. 😂

Yes! Litfest is this weekend and it's GREAT. It's two blocks of books for sale right outside my front door, dotted about with organizations that like books and storytelling and local businesses that support same. I actually was super bummed because I thought it was next weekend, when I'll be in Texas for my birthday, but I found out like YESTERDAY that it's this weekend. So I will be roaming secretly within it like the cryptid I am.

Chicagoans, if you're going, please stop by the Chicago Public Library booth because they always have nice swag and sometimes free books, and also please stop by the booth for Stories Matter Foundation, which is a brilliant nonprofit that helps storytellers build skills, think critically about storytelling, and learn confidence in their craft.

Also if you go to Litfest and have fun, please consider giving to "Save The Fountain" at Printer's Row Park. In addition to feeling like you're part of an 80s movie where you get to Save A Historic Landmark, you will help to restore one of the reasons I love living in this neighborhood! (And save your receipt. I'm planning to do a fundraising thing in October for Save The Fountain and you can get credit then for giving now!)

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LitFest coming to Exeter

EXETER — Seacoast residents are invited to join Exeter in celebrating its literary history; past present and future April 5-6 at the

"Seacoast residents are invited to join Exeter in celebrating its literary history; past present and future April 5-6 at the town’s first ever LitFest.

Renay Allen, an event organizer with the LitFest’s steering committee said Exeter is a regional hub of writers dating back to Colonial times. She said coming up with the programming and lining up speakers took nearly two years.

'Exeter is home to a stunning array of writers throughout history we wanted to celebrate,' Allen said. 'So we figured if we built it, people will come to learn about them.'

The celebration kicks off April 5, with a 'First Friday' event courtesy of TEAM (Town. Exeter. Arts. Music), Water Street Bookstore and the Exeter Area YMCA, and will feature a family-friendly costume party in Town Hall from 6 to 8 p.m. Attendees are encouraged to dress as a favorite author, the style of any historical period, a literary or film character for a costume contest but are not required. There will be both live and DJ music, dance performances, kids’ activities and a photo booth."

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Kavita Rustom Kerawalla speaking at the VIBGYOR LIT fest at Malad East.

Explore the excellence of VIBGYOR High, recognised among the top CBSE, CISCE and CIE schools in 7 states - Karnataka, Maharashtra, Gujarat,