March 2012
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: The Starry Night →
fuckyeahpoetry:
The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die. It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push...
“Dinginess is death to the writer. Filth, discomfort, hunger, cold, trauma and...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via fuckyeahlesbianliterature)
February 2012
“Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via ucfbookfestival)
Is it me that you want? Cause it's me you can...
Still remember that magical night - I was walking by myself, it was around 10pm, I was lost and happy and quiet and calm, and then I saw the words you said, and I saw you burn yourself into my memory with them.
But I said I wouldn’t write about you, so I’m going t say I wrote this for somebody else.
“Over time, it can be a strain to project yourself as both an exception and an...”
– Adam Mars-Jones, “Mrs Winterson’s Daughter,” a review of Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (Cape, 2011), London Review of Books, 26 January 2012, page 6. I disagreed viscerally with much of this long review, which gives the sense of the reviewer’s having hated Winterson on...
“Men have scars; women, mysteries.”
– Cersei Lannister (via suzywire)
List of unsolved problems in philosophy -... →
ninaperlman:
woah.
