look upon my works, ye mighty, and let me know what you think

the wild horse in us

New Directions finally releasing titles of forthcoming previously unpublished Henry Green novels

Sunday morning music youtu.be/U82XDSw6hjA?...

“I wish to God you could pay more money.” I wrote about F Scott Fitzgerald’s Christmas wish, and how his difficult final year led him to produce some of his best work: the irresistible, cynical, revealing and very funny Pat Hobby stories.

“la roue du devenir” “the wheel of Fluxion”

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Noël (à tréma, comme deux flammes de bougie)

Wallace Stevens, from “The Pure Good of Theory”

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Fellini: “It is natural that when a person is being totally honest, he shouldn’t be understood. Lies are understood by everyone.”

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Good morning! C'est le plus beau Et c'est le plus triste C'est le plus beau Paysage du monde youtu.be/RhChLrhTJDE?...

“…no more vainglorious than the poor slaves of the hypodermic needle or the pint-pot.”

a poem I adore for this early evening by Jean Follain

Post a perfect album from 1989

“Maria lit candles in silver-branched candlesticks. They were old candles, and had burned unevenly, so that the flames quivered in the air on either side of their silver stems; like someone balancing with outstretched arms on a rope.”

Jean Follain klaxon!

Early in the morning here but this has already made my day

Stop scrolling and post two characters who bring you happiness.

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A first shot at a review of NOUVELLE VAGUE, Richard Linklater's homage to A Bout de Souffle, my favourite ever movie. Yeah, it's another 'love letter to cinema', but it's an intelligent document of clear-eyed devotion, written by an honest lover, to something that is genuinely worth loving.

New review: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 by Juvenal (tr. Peter Green (1967)) www.complete-review.com/reviews/lati...

Excellent thread

Next time I'm on the wrong side of an argument with my wife, I'm going to say "My wording was insufficient due to time constraints". (Moroi's actual comment on Twitter is 質問時間がない中での言葉足らずでありミスです。). www.asahi.com/ajw/articles...

One of the best things I’ve done in my life is get poems by heart. Boring meetings/speeches/train delays/medical tests/surgery/chemo — all survivable by unreeling in my mind “The fountains are dry and the roses over” or “yagate shinu” or “Souvent, pour s’amuser” or “Call the roller of big cigars”…

“I don't call it gossip," said Misty. "I call it ‘emotional speculation.'” —Laurie Colwin, Happy All the Time

Trollope is very sound on churches imo — (maybe this is one for @kirkdalebooks.bsky.social too)

Happy memory time: Rereading a favorite Ross Thomas novel that bears the bookseller’s label from the long-gone Savile Book Shop in Washington DC. IFKYK

“hollow, tinsel bohemianism and egocentric deformations”

Sven was compact and well made, like a good canoe. Laurie Colwin, A Big Storm Knocked It Over

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碁の音や芙蓉の花に灯のうつり　 go no oto ya fuyō no hana ni hi no utsuri the sound of go — reflection of light on the hibiscus flower — Masaoka Shiki Shiki composed this haiku in 1898.

Saturday morning music Oh, true love can conquer hate every time Give out some love and you'll find peace sublime And my darling, one more thing If you let me, I will take you To live where love is king

Bare minimum for holding a conversation: Ivy Compton-Burnett

Eric Hynes on a character in Errol Morris’s Gates of Heaven “doltish sublimity” FTW

“like little black anchors dropped”

Also from the NMWA today, the Guerrilla Girls in 1992. Same as it ever was.

“The Palmist” by Leonora Carrington, for me one of the highlights today of the “Uncanny” exhibit at NMWA. Many thanks to @nonsuchbook.bsky.social for reminding me that the exhibition ends this weekend!

This is what people mean when they talk about LLMs: Local Literature Machines

Off Pennsylvania Avenue —DC authors

It was unusual for him to express a wish to see anyone in the afternoon, which he was accustomed to spend in a state of comatose disapproval of modern life. Anthony Powell, What’s Become of Waring

What an amazing book this is

Spexus

you have been visited by "Le Boulanger Quebecois" repost to receive his blessing

A periodic rewatch of this last night in order to restore my faith in, well, everything…