“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?”-Alfred, Lord Tennyson (died 6 October 1892)

Circa 1932: Carole Lombard (born 6 October 1908)
“Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?”-Alfred, Lord Tennyson (died 6 October 1892)

Circa 1932: Carole Lombard (born 6 October 1908)
Poet Anne Sexton died 40 years ago today. In remembrance, here’s a clip of her reading Wanting to Die.

Vincent van Gogh quote
[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire for Passionate Readers is back!
If you’re new(er) to A Small Press Life, here’s what you need to know:
[R]evolving Incarnations is an interview series done in classic Q&A format. Each entry features one intrepid writer/blogger/artist/creative mastermind as they take on the same 40 reading-themed questions and scenarios. It’s a fun, non-traditional take on the bookish survey format.
We are looking for new participants! If this sounds interesting, please leave a comment!
Here are past entries:
Be sure to check back on Friday, 5th September for the next installment.
Check out my (magnetic poetry) poem “Lather” on Silver Birch Press’ blog!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alicia Austen is a writer, editor, and rebel-creative. She currently resides in the Queen City (aka Cincinnati), where she can usually be found drinking tea, listening to punk rock, and reading out-of-print books. Visit her blog at onetrackmuse.com.
“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”-Charles Darwin

The Drawbridge by Vincent van Gogh, 1888. I’d add “look at beautiful things as often as possible” to the list.
My newest bookish treasures…three volumes of The World’s 1000 Best Poems. They cost .75 each from Out of the Closet.

The World’s 1000 Best Poems (1929).
Sir John Suckling, poet and inventor of cribbage, was born on 10 February 1609.

Sir John Suckling by Anthony van Dyck, 17th century.
“I prithee send me back my heart,/Since I cannot have thine;/For if from yours you will not part,/Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?”
Emily Brontë died on 19 December 1848.

The Brontë Sisters by Branwell Brontë. Emily is in the middle.
“Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?”-Emily Brontë
*Wuthering Heights
Our wedding ceremony was cobbled together with rock and roll and bagpipes and honest poetry, love and tears; there were no vows, except to bluntly say, “I do.” If the act of marriage itself is not promise enough, then an oath is meaningless armor against the inevitable.

Bells Are Ringing
I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BY PABLO NERUDA
The Chef and I are somewhere on this spectrum of cute coupledom: