Shopping for a lover.
Yes, that's right. Read them and weep. You might weep with laughter or with sympathy or with sorrow. That's your lookout.
posted by Dr. S at 10:36 PM
Saturday, August 05, 2006
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- ...sailors' delight.
- Red sky at night...
- The voice of the turtle is heard through the land.
- Unburying the fruits of summer.
- Poems are a better fate than prosing.
- Driving home, illuminated.
- Home again, home again.
- The voyage out.
- Sometimes there's just no question.
- What we talk about when we talk about books.
1 Comments:
Week 3/Day 2 should be the clear winner here; the LRB never does manage to get it right.
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