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My last post was the Yeats poem "The Second Coming." Many people over the past 99 years have borrowed phrases from that poem. Complete article is here https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/04/07/no-slouch/
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My last post was the Yeats poem "The Second Coming." Many people over the past 99 years have borrowed phrases from that poem. Complete article is here https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/04/07/no-slouch/
#SundayMorningCoffeeMug Quietly catching up onthe Paris Review Fall issue with David Sedaris and Ann Beattie. Happy Sunday Morning littens!
Did someone say #magazinesjournalsnewspapers? Why yes, I believe @bookriot said exactly that for Day 21 of #Riotgrams. I am a proud procurer, hoarder, keeper and consumer of all three. I give absolutely zero 🦊 that all of these are available online. Here are some of my organized ones, but really, I have them all over the house (and in my bag, my car, beside and under the bed...) My husband is not a fan. Marriage=compromise 😛
"I listened, thinking I'd be next to try
to crowd a lifetime of things
into a shrinking universe of boxes.
I've started to dismantle my life already, throwing out letters from people I remember loving,
choosing among books--this one to stay,
that one to go-- as if I were a judge
sentencing some to death, the rest
to the purgatory of the emptying shelf."
Except from Linda Pastan's poem, Plunder, in the current Paris Review. Photo from Tumblr.
#readjanuary #bookandyourfavesnack
Reading the latest issue of The Paris Review and munching on these delicious rockin' ranch chickpeas.
Nothing like curling up with the new issue of #theparisreview after a long mind-numbing work day.
A graduate student's task of reviewing lit journals despite being all kinds of poor.
Sooooooo. School started (MFA here I come) and my reading for sport has come to a halt. I am reading, however, some really great journals for class. Oh...and audiobooks are a blessing when you drive 1 hour to school. #dedicated #writergoals
"I wasn't a child for long, and after I wasn't, I was something else. I was this. And that. A blast furnace, a steel maze inside, the low-level engine room of an ocean liner." - Mary Jo Bang in The Paris Review 216, Spring 2016
