Walt Whitman by G. Frank E. Pearsall, 1872
Here’s part two, just for you and you and you. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
James Joyce quote leather bookmark by Mesa Dreams. $20.00
George Moore print by Edouard Manet at Hilo Books. $5.00
8 Writers Over 80 [courtesy Book Riot]
Note to self: you are never too old to improve as a writer. Growth is a lifelong process.
I like the spirit behind this list, I just wish the writer was more precise with his dates and math. I’m prickly that way.
Enjoy these Irish writer-themed goodies in preparation for St. Patrick’s Day!
Samuel Beckett Tea Towel by Miss Fruitfly. $10.00
William Butler Yeats Canvas Tote Bag by Nice Day Designs. $6.71
This happened last night.
Legends of Steragos Kickstarter
Kevin’s project deserves every penny pledged by these 19 magnificent people. The book is set for a May release. If you’ll excuse me, I have a manuscript to edit.
If you missed my first Legends of Steragos post, go here.
Tonight, I don’t have beautiful things to write. I’ve a glass of Scotch in my hand and an ear vibrating from a cat’s purr. The words aren’t coming the way I want them to, anyway. They are halting and boring and clumsily misbehaving monsters. I should have known better. Why did I even try? They never mind me when I am out of sorts or blue. Words know when you are in no shape to order them into neat, poetic arrangements. They are intuitive to emotion, and easily scared away. The opposite of cats, really.
Any aspiring professional willing to take writing advice from E.L. James is an idiot. Although her bank account is inspirational, her ability is not. The opposite direction is this way. —————> You are welcome.
E.L. James’ ‘Shades of Grey: Inner Goddess’: a writer’s journal [courtesy Los Angeles Times Books]
Oh, Jean-Louis. You problematic, magnetic SOB. Ninety-one years to the day after your birth, and we-the writers, readers, and open souls of the world-still cannot escape your torturous orbit. As for me: my heart is willing, but my mind is not quite able to sprint the final few yards into your embrace. I promise to try again, like I always do. You know how it goes. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s the two of us, together. I love you and hate you and love-hate-hate-love you. This dance we do will never end; the steps and the rhythm will change, but the tune will echo to eternity. Until next time.
Love and kisses and shrugs,
Maedez
On the Road
“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”-Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Lord Byron Quote
This mesmerizing gent is writer and publisher Robert McAlmon, who was born on 9 March 1895.
Robert McAlmon, one of my great inspirations, looking spiffy.
QUOTE: “He (Owen Johnson) didn’t have to argue with me about the beginning of the jazz and the flapper age. It began actively for me when I was fourteen. As a child I had noted it without curiosity in my elders. That means the jazz age proper and the flappers were going strong before 1910, some years before Scott Fitzgerald was beyond his own childhood. It was in its heyday when Irene and Vernon Castle were famous as ballroom dancers, and none of us as children considered ourselves grown up unless we could bonton, pigeon-trot, barn-dance, Spanish tango, or turkey-walk our two hundred miles a week of so-called dancing. In those days the hobble skirt and the sheath gown were creating a sensation, and I remember seeing the smart young ladies from the university doing a step or two on the street corners as they waited for the streetcar to come along.”
SOME WORKS: Village: As it Happened Through a Fifteen Year Period; A Companion Volume; The Portrait of a Generation; North America, Continent of Conjecture; Being Geniuses Together: An Autobiography.
FUN FACT: In 1923, Robert McAlmon started the Contact Publishing Company. It is in this capacity, more than any other, that he ranks as one of my great professional inspirations.
A Small Press Life: Books. Art. Writing. Life. Tea. 