I’ve been nominated for the Sunshine Award by Maryam at Mary Clever. Thank you for throwing the light of appreciation my way. It’s very sweet of you.
Sunshine Award
Rules:
1. Copy and paste the award logo to your post.
2. Answer the eight questions.
3. Nominate ten other people.
Questions:
1. What is your favourite Christmas/festive movie?
The original Miracle on 34th Street (1947). Also, Love Actually (2003) for all of Bill Nighy’s lines.
2. What is your favourite flower?
I don’t particularly like flowers, but dahlias are okay.
3. What is your favourite non-alcoholic beverage?
Properly brewed, strong hot tea.
4. What is your passion?
Writing, words, the English language, reading. Also, silent movies.
5. What is your favourite time of year?
Autumn, specifically October. Also, my birthday month of July because I am really self-absorbed that way.
6. What is your favourite part of the day?
Not morning!
7. What is your favourite physical activity?
Hiking, yoga, marathon drinking.
8. What is your favourite vacation?
All of them, including those taken through great books.
Who I Nominate:
I’m feeling generous, am way behind in my work, and haven’t even had a cuppa yet, so everyone! If you want to participate, please do. I’d love to hear more about you. You’re all lovely in your own way, and I like your blogs for different reasons. So there. Thanks again to Maryam at Mary Clever. You have made my day much brighter.
“I am no doubt not the only one who writes in order to have no face.”-Michel Foucault
Denise Levertov reading a selection of six poems.
I took the day off from writing…
Dying is an art.
to play with skeletons and drink hard cider. See you tomorrow!
*”Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call.”-Sylvia Plath
Anna Karenina, starring Keira Knightley and Jude Law.
Wuthering Heights, starring Kaya Scodelario and James Howson.
On the Road, starring Kristen Stewart and Garrett Hedlund.
It’s no secret that the Daily Diversion series features visual slices from the non-writing part of my life. Naturally, the photographs are always original Maedezs. I’m making an exception today-a magnificent exception.
My sweet, fierce, and always inspiring momma is on the first day of a five-week solo backpacking journey across Ireland and England. When she confided her vacation plans to me a year ago-a little breathless, but terribly excited-I saw her as I have always seen her, since I was a wee girl: as a passionate, committed, creative, free-spirited, positive woman. Any fearlessness I possess, is because of her. Any single-mindedness. Any ability to see beauty in the finite or the infinite or to see possibility in all things, however graceful or raw. It’s all because of her.
Her adventure starts in Dublin.
Terrace View. Dublin, Ireland.
*”When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.”-James Joyce
Scene from Dublin, Ireland.
Both photos are courtesy of my mom, Kay.
According to experts, the answer is yes. It’s only the second known image of the poet, and the first showing her as an adult. ‘Tis a big deal, no? Still No New Pynchon Photo, but Here’s Emily Dickinson-The New York Times
Emily Dickinson gets a new look in recovered photograph-The Guardian
I know, I know. Autumn doesn’t start until the 22nd. It’s still ninety degrees where I live, but I can feel a change. The ceaseless seasonal breeze has returned, bandying leaves about in her dancing wake. I’m excited, but apprehensive; yet I know that summer will be back. When she arrives next year, this is the first thing I will do in wanton celebration.
A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea. 