“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
– Robert Frost (via knitler)
Reading. Writing. Movies.
I like people.
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
– Robert Frost (via knitler)
Wislawa Szymborska, “The Three Oddest Words”
I want to write a poem,
but I’m hungover,
maybe still kind of drunk,
and I don’t think I could articulate
my thoughts properly.
But I don’t want to forget how
beautiful a 200 foot,
patchy red cedar looks against
gray and silver cloud
through broken matchstick blinds
with wind grabbing at its branches
- failing -
and circling back again
like a desperate lover.
It looks like an underwater dance,
in the cold pacific ocean,
that my own words aren’t
great or grand enough
to capture.
-j.h.
“When someone asks, ‘Which three books have meant the most to you?’ I can answer without having to think: The Great Gatsby, Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, and Raymond Chandler’s The Long Goodbye. All three have been indispensable to me (both as a reader and as a writer); yet if I were forced to select only one, I would unhesitatingly choose Gatsby. Had it not been for Fitzgerald’s novel, I would not be writing the kind of literature I am today.” - Haruki Murakami
This has completely made my day.
“Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
“He kneaded her heart like dough.”
– 6-Word Story #92 (via writingsforwinter)
Just reminding myself..
A cartoon by Matthew Diffee. For more cartoons from the issue: http://nyr.kr/ZXUzC9