The Childhood Art of Famous Authors [courtesy Flavorwire]
Does any of your childhood art survive?
The Childhood Art of Famous Authors [courtesy Flavorwire]
Does any of your childhood art survive?
Lytton Strachey organized his books from Z-A. What fun, I say! I love the peculiar precision of this arrangement, and have adopted its use.

Starting with Zola

Stein-Joyce

Hesse-Dickens
How do you arrange your books?
“In pure literature, the writers of the eighteenth century achieved, indeed, many triumphs; but their great, their peculiar, triumphs were in the domain of thought.”-Lytton Strachey
Elizabeth Barrett Browning died on 29 June 1861. Here she is, looking intense.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, September 1859
QUOTE: “Who so loves believes the impossible.”
SOME WORKS: The Seraphim, and Other Poems; Casa Guidi Windows; Aurora Leigh; Poems Before Congress; Last Poems.
A KEEPSAKE:

Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning Earrings by Persephone. $24.00
Duncan has agreed to sit here and look cute whilst I continue my unpacking and cleaning ways.

Cat watching and book guarding!
“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.”-Mark Twain
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.”-Walt Whitman
The 7 Best Graphic Adaptations of Classic Literature [courtesy Barnes & Noble]
King Lear for the win, please. Do you have a favourite?
“I lived to write, and wrote to live.”-Samuel Rogers
I am not a plant or flower or tree person. I cannot keep green things alive. I’ve no idea what kind of tree this is-I only know that it overlooks my second-story studio and that it is refreshingly lovely.

New studio view.
It’s a beaut, isn’t it?

Take two: first-floor view from the front porch.
The studio will be ready next week. I can hardly wait.
“To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them-the whole leaf and root tribe.”-Henry Ward Beecher

View from the porch of our new house.
“I always take Scotch whiskey at night as a preventative of toothache. I have never had the toothache; and what is more, I never intend to have it.”-Mark Twain
Natalie in Fur Cape by the writer’s mother, artist Alice Pike Barney.

Natalie in Fur Cape by Alice Pike Barney
The best poems are written on the hardy limbs of vegetables. Broccoli, cauliflower, and parsnips. Delicate truths spiral up stems and skip across indentations left by careless produce handlers. Gut-words escape from the penetralia of the mind, to end up nib-scratched on rutted, aromatic skin. Ink soaks into small fleshless creases, and pools at the roots. Cabbage leaves are the superior blotting papers of the Cruciferous world.