
Thursday
But what have you got against paragraphs?
The Writer's Almanac
Labels:
literary
Wednesday
Have you ever wondered, as I have, how Snickers satisfies?
The New York Times
June 22, 2009
Labels:
scrapbook
Tuesday
Saturday
HONEY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
beautiful she was! "I look awful," she said. I bent down and
tied my shoe and hit my head on the coffee table on the way up.
"Ouch," I said. "What did you say, honey?" she said. "I said
we ought to buy a new couch," I said. "I thought we just bought
one," she said. "We could buy another one so we'd have a backup
in case anything happens to this one," I said. She didn't answer
me, but continued to brush her hair. I stared down at my shoes
and said, "Something is so wrong there." "What did you say, honey?"
she said. I said, "It will be wonderful to be there tonight."
"Where's that, honey?" she said. "Wherever it is that we're going,"
I said. "We're not going anywhere," she said. "I meant here. It
will be wonderful to be here tonight," I said. "A little romantic
night at home," she said. What did she mean by "nomadic"? A little
nomadic night at home. There were times when I worried about
Alison. She hovered right on the borderline, about to cross over into
her own private realm, where nothing she sees or hears corresponds
to anything in the known world. I live with this fear daily. My
shoes are on the wrong feet, or so it seems to me now.
James Tate
Labels:
poems
Friday
Tuesday
Happy Bastille Day!
In unvanquishable number—
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.'
"The Mask of Anarchy"
Shelley
Labels:
scenes from the class struggle
Monday
Sunday
casual encounter #25
Reply to: anon-24974046@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-02-23, 1:33PM EST
If this description fits you and you are between 45 and 55, then please send me your photo. You may be the man of my dreams.
Saturday
Friday
John Cale in "Please Kill Me"
Nico simply stood there. You could see she was waiting to reply, in her own time. Ages later, out of the blue, came her first words: "I cannot make love to Jews anymore."
Labels:
bad behavior
Thursday
Wednesday
I revise a lot when I write.
...A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Yeats
Labels:
selected lines
Friday
Thursday
Marianne Moore's suggested names for a new car
The Ford Silver Sword ("This plant, of which the flower is a silver sword, I believe grows only in Tibet, and on the Hawaiian Island, Maui on Mount Háleákalá (House of the Sun); found at an altitude of from 9,500 to 10,000 feet. (The leaves—silver-white—surrounding the individual blossoms have a pebbled texture that feels like Italian-twist back-stitch all-over embroidery.)")
Hirundo
Aërundo
Hurrican Hirundo
The Resilient Bullet
The Intelligent Whale
The Ford Fabergé ("that there is also a perfume FABERGÉ seems to me to do no harm, allusion to the original silversmith")
The Arc-en-Ciel ("the rainbow—ARCENCIEL?")
Mongoose Civique
Anticipator
Regna Racer
Aeroterre
Fée Rapide
Aerofère
Aero Faire
Fée Aiglette
Magifaire
Tonnere Alifère ("wingèd thunder")
Aliforme Alifère ("wing-slender a-wing")
Turbotorc
Thunderbird Allié ("Cousin Thunderbird")
Thunder Crester
Dearborn Diamanté
Magigravure
Pastelogram
Regina-Rex
Taper Racer
Taper Acer
Varsity Stroke
Angelastro
Astranaut
Chaparral
Tir á l'Arc ("bull's eye")
Cresta Lark
Triskelion ("three legs running")
Pluma Piluma ("hairfine, feather-foot")
Andante Con Moto ("description of a good motor?")
Turcotingo ("turqoise cotinga—the cotinga being a solid indigo South American finch or sparrow")
Utopian Turtletop ("Do not trouble to answer unless you like it.")
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lists
Wednesday
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