This is the hard drive
This is the ocean
Evan Dando’s anaphora becomes an inventory that moves from specificity to abstraction; poetic techniques can be studied in song lyrics.
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I miss that gentle, world-wounded man who shared my birthday.. the possibility of us born in Bucharest and Tuscaloosa at almost the same time. Things end, music continues. 13 is still my plucky “lucky“ number ;)
Same omg
This song meant so much to me in a year that brought Jeff Buckley’s death by drowning. I remember looking at the man i loved & wondering if he would survive his drugs, and if i would survive him. The staggering deaths of those years— and now being the momster of teens.
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S-o jealous. Radu would carry pollen on his coat to lure them.
He writes so musically, almost as if music is his standard rather than deduction. He develops thoughts through instrumentation.
I wish it weren’t so, but it has been— and sometimes it still is. Sometimes i feel more real as text than in the flesh. :)
Paused what I was reading because I picked this up, checked out the first few pages, and couldn’t stop. I think it’s those tenses; they keep the pace at a zip. Anyhoo, only 140 pages. A joy from Mathias Énard and @avecsesdoigts.bsky.social.
Alas, no chest hair. But his shoes have that boardwalk frisson ;)
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My favorite summer shoes exactly these heeled, lace-up espadrilles that are never sold in US stores anymore. Please return me to Portofino in 1997, in that time before I was born.
[Photo © Slim Aarons]
I couldn’t see, I was blind
Off in the corner doing poet’s work
- Destroyer, “Tinseltown Swimming in Blood”
Fuck president fuckface
i did not
🫶 i love it
I wouldn't know what else to do.
A writer must be hard to live with: when not working he is miserable, and when he is working he is obsessed. Or so it is with me. .... I hate commitments, obligations and working under pressure. But I like getting paid in advance and I only work under pressure.
- Edward Abbey 🥹
Oooof yes.
Gin for sure. Self-loathing was also big with him. But I suspect writing can destroy us too, depending on who we are and what we want from the world. Writing can be our demon.
AWP was many things and one of them involved a based Baltimore (or Baltimore-based) intersection of Chaïm Soutine, Céret, and Cole Swenson.
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At 2 ½ P.M. I hear a preconcerted knock at my door, which (by request) continues till I rise & go to the door, which serves to wean me effectively from my writing, however interested I may be.
- Herman Melville, dilly-dallying (and giving me ideas about how to fractionalize time:)
The seed of a future composition usually reveals itself suddenly, in the most unexpected fashion. If the soil is favourable- that is, if I am in the mood for work, this seed takes root with inconceivable strength and speed, bursts through the soil, puts out roots, leaves, twigs, and finally flowers: I cannot define the creative process except through this metaphor. All the difficulties lie in this: that the seed should appear, and that it should find itself in favourable circumstances. All the rest happens of its own accord. It would be futile for me to try and express to you in words the boundless bliss of that feeling which envelops you when the main idea has appeared, and when it begins to take definite forms. You forget everything, you are almost insane, everything inside you trembles and writhes, you scarcely manage to set down sketches, one idea presses upon another. - Pyotr Tchaikovsky in a letter to Nadezhda von Meck
Tchaikovsky's description of his composition process is pretty much how writing works for me as well. Also why it doesn't work sometimes. :)
Ha. They are probably looping nightswimming
He did indeed. He was too dark for many. It's why I love him. :) He wrote the opposite of bourgeois lightness. He wrote from the hauntedness of the american suburbs.
Totally unimpeachable. Music in a car with friends at earbusting volume is still heaven to them. :)
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I think that was John Updike, who became a millionaire in his 30's due to the success of his novel, Couples. Cheever never really moved into the mainstream like Updike did.
😂 mike I can't control him. He is a nervous wreck by temperament and a lover by spirit. I watch the struggle play out in his eyebrows every day.
