Daily Diversion #112: The Sun, the Bright Sun

Cityscape against a sunny sky, Easter afternoon

Cityscape against a sunny sky, Easter afternoon

“The sun–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”-Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

Weekly Photo Challenge: Future Tense

An engagement, a marriage, a fantastical blooming: this apartment building has silently witnessed it all. After six years, we are moving. After six years, we are ready to go forward. Into the next phase of our lives. Into the beautiful unknown. After six years, we are saying goodbye to our flat, our neighborhood, our first real home as a couple. The future awaits, somewhere across the river.

Exit Sign

Exit Sign

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”-Kierkegaard

“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”-Poe

“I don’t fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.”-Patti Smith

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers-Featuring Cassie of Books & Bowel Movements

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers 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. This is the second entry (you can read the first here). Be sure to leave your thoughts in the comments section!

CASSIE

Cassie of Books & Bowel Movements is a North Carolina based blogger. I discovered her blog shortly after joining WordPress, and it remains one of my favourite reads. Her writing is funny, beautiful, and moving. Be sure to check out her site!

  • What book have you always wanted to read, but haven’t? Why? I’ve never read “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. My mom is going to kill me for this if she sees this Q&A.  She’s been recommending that book to me since sixth grade. I’m not sure why I haven’t read it. It’s just one of those books that sits on my shelf and I know I’m going to read it one day and hopefully that will be the day that I was meant to read it. There will be some lesson that I need to learn at that moment in my life. I haven’t read enough Larry Levis, Leonard Cohen, Anne Carson, Jack Gilbert or Edna St. Vincent Millay, Amy Hempel, either. And Raymond Carver, but I think I’d need a whiskey sour and a deep cigar in order to crack him open for an evening.
  • What is your favourite line or passage from a book? Oh, dear God. How do I choose one?  I’ll give you one or two from each of my favorite book notebooks.                                                                                                         Notebook #1: titled “Summer 2011-Fall 2011: Chautaqua, Merwin, Phase 10”
    1. “You know everything at 8, but it is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.” – The Gathering by Anne Enright
    2. “Do not listen to the lies of old men/who fear your power/who preach that you were “born in sin.”  A flower is moral by its own flowering.” –Circling the Daughter by Ethridge Knight

    Notebook #2: titled “Bad Experiments: Miss Blue Pleated Skirt”

    1. “But ultimately, it all remained unreadable for him, though reading, he felt, was not a natural thing and should not be done to people. In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories.  A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing underneath. In general, when you felt a longing for love, you took a woman and possessed her gingerly and not too hopefully until you finally let go, slept, woke up, and she eluded you once more. Then you started over. Or not.” – Lorrie Moore
    2. “But it was more than that. It was womanhood they were entering. The deep forest of it and no matter how many women and men too are saying these days that there is little difference between us, the truth is that men find their way into that forest only on clearly marked trails, while women move about it like birds.” – Andre Dubus
    3. “Virginia imagines someone else, yes, someone strong of body but frail-minded; someone with a touch of genius, of poetry, ground under by the wheels of the world, by war and government, by doctors; a someone who is, technically speaking, insane, because that person sees meaning everywhere, knows that trees are sentient beings and sparrows sing in Greek.” – The Hours, Michael Cunningham 

    Notebook #3: titled “End of the Image”

  1. “When I want to see the furthest into my soul, I will write a sentence by hand and then write another sentence over it, followed by another. An entire paragraph will live in one line, and no one else can read it. That is the point. On occasions, in a café, I can fill an entire paper place mat on both sides. On a plane, the paper bag for airsickness is my canvas. Anything will do: the backs of business cards, receipts, and napkins, any scrap of paper. A friend of mine calls it my disease, I call it my confessional.” – When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

And every other word written by that woman. 

The Dead Writers Round-Up: March 21st-24th

  • Robert Southey died on 3/21/1843. “How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.” (The Fall of Robespierre; Joan of Arc: An Epic Poem; After Blenheim; Madoc)
  • Caroline Sheridan Norton was born on 3/22/1808. “We have been friends together in sunshine and shade.” (A Voice from the Factories; The Undying One and Other Poems; Stuart of Dunleath)
  • Johann Wolfgang von Goethe died on 3/22/1832. “Character develops itself in the stream of life.” (The Sorrows of Young Werther; Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship; Faust)
  • Isabel Burton died on 3/22/1896. “Honour, not honours.” (The Inner Life of Syria, Palestine, and the Holy Land: from my private journal; Arabia, Egypt, India: a narrative of travel; The Life of Captain Sir Richd F. Burton)
  • Louis L’Amour was born on 3/22/1908. “Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more.” (Silver Canyon; Shalako; The Ferguson Rifle; The Walking Drum)
  • Stendhal died on 3/23/1842. “This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.” (Armance; Lucien Leuwen; The Charterhouse of Parma; Vanina Vanini)
  • William Morris was born on 3/24/1834. “I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.” (The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs; A Dream of John Ball; News from Nowhere (or, An Epoch of Rest); The Water of the Wondrous Isles)
  • Olive Schreiner was born on 3/24/1855. “No good work is ever done while the heart is hot and anxious and fretted.” (The Story of an African Farm; Stories, Dreams and Allegories; Woman and Labour)
  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow died on 3/24/1882. “Music is the universal language of mankind.” (Hyperion, A Romance; Kavanagh; The Song of Hiawatha)
  • Jules Verne died on 3/24/1905. “Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.” (Journey to the Center of the Earth; From the Earth to the Moon; Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea; Around the World in Eighty Days; Around the Moon; Off on a Comet)
  • John Millington Synge died on 3/24/1909. “In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple.” (In the Shadow of the Glen; Riders to the Sea; The Playboy of the Western World; Deidre of the Sorrows)