Chuck Klosterman being, well, Chuck Klosterman-y paints a picture of a rock night (doubleheader of Creed & Nickelback at two separate venues) most of us would probably be ok with skipping.
I don’t know about you folks, but I’m up for some serious craft time now that I’ve seen some truly awesome artwork on Telegraph’s website. Follow the above link to a slideshow of book sculptures made by Alexander Korzer-Robinson.
“Indeed, learning to write may be part of learning to read. For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.” —Eudora Welty, On Writing
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
From ‘The Waking’ by Theodore Roethke
He says he doesn’t feel like working today.
It’s just as well. Here in the shade
Behind the house, protected from street noises.
One can go over all kinds of old feeling,
Throw some away, keep others.
The wordplay
Between us gets very intense when there are
Fewer feelings around to confuse things.
Another go-round? No, but the last things
You always find to say are charming, and rescue me
Before the night does. We are afloat
On our dreams as on a barge made of ice,
Shot through with questions and fissures of starlight
That keep us awake, thinking about the dreams
As they are happening. Some occurrence. You said it.
I said it but I can hide it. But I choose not to.
Thank you. You are a very pleasant person.
Thank you. You are too.
—John Ashbery
The thoughts that rain their steady glow
Like stars on life’s cold sea,
Which others know or say they know—
They never shone for me.
Thoughts light, like gleams, my spirit’s sky,
But they will not remain.
They light me once, they hurry by;
And never come again.
—Matthew Arnold
