lastnightsreading:

Janet Mock at Buzzfeed LIVE, 9/4/14

lastnightsreading:

Janet Mock at Buzzfeed LIVE, 9/4/14

(via unabridgedbookstore)

Share: |

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

poetrysince1912:

My candle burns at both ends;
   It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
   It gives a lovely light!

Poetry, June 1918
Share: |

A Good Man Is Hard to Find (1953)

longreads:

[Fiction] A grandmother’s ruminations on a Southern road trip:

The grandmother didn’t want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey’s mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting on the edge of his chair at the table, bent over the orange sports section of the Journal. ‘Now look here, Bailey,’ she said, ‘see here, read this,’ and she stood with one hand on her thin hip and the other rattling the newspaper at his bald head. ‘Here this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to these people. Just you read it. I wouldn’t take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it. I couldn’t answer to my conscience if I did.’

"A Good Man Is Hard to Find." (1953) Flannery O’Connor

See more #fiction #longreads

Share: |
bookmania:

from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

bookmania:

from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

Share: |
poetsorg:

“The Haw Lantern” by Seamus Heaney.

poetsorg:

“The Haw Lantern” by Seamus Heaney.

(via fuckyeahmanuscripts)

Share: |
nevver:

Literary Devices
Share: |
"Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future."

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)

Share: |

But the writing was the real freedom, because nobody told me what to do there. That was my world and my imagination. And all my life it’s been that way, even now. 
—Toni Morrison (via Interview Magazine)

But the writing was the real freedom, because nobody told me what to do there. That was my world and my imagination. And all my life it’s been that way, even now. 

—Toni Morrison (via Interview Magazine)

(Source: awritersruminations, via apoemmuseum)

Share: |
"Don’t speak in POETRY VOICE. You know what I mean."

— Advice on reading and readings from Michelle Tea’s Queer Space with Homemade Cookies | Poets and Writers (via housingworksbookstore)

(via housingworksbookstore)

Share: |
newyorker:


From the first time we step into an English class, we’re told that the rules matter, that they must be followed, that we must know when it’s appropriate to use a comma and what it means to employ the subjunctive mood. But do these things really matter? Outside of the classroom, what difference does it make if we write “who” instead of “whom” or say “good” instead of “well”?

Ryan Bloom breaks down the language wars in his post, “Inescapably, You’re Judged by Your Language”: http://nyr.kr/M2IOWy

newyorker:

From the first time we step into an English class, we’re told that the rules matter, that they must be followed, that we must know when it’s appropriate to use a comma and what it means to employ the subjunctive mood. But do these things really matter? Outside of the classroom, what difference does it make if we write “who” instead of “whom” or say “good” instead of “well”?

Ryan Bloom breaks down the language wars in his post, “Inescapably, You’re Judged by Your Language”: http://nyr.kr/M2IOWy

Share: |