From Braised Pork, by An Yu
SKETCHING
"She was sketching the fins of a fish when a loud thump came from behind her, and a man cursed."
From Chapter 11
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Saturday, June 20, 2020
Daily Dose
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Thursday, June 18, 2020
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From When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir, by Patrisse Khan-Cullors and Asha Bandele
I DO
"I do know that in my heart, the heart dedicated to Black liberation, I love people. Period. I love complicated, imperfect, beautiful people. People, I suppose, like me."
From Chapter 9, No Ordinary Love
I DO
"I do know that in my heart, the heart dedicated to Black liberation, I love people. Period. I love complicated, imperfect, beautiful people. People, I suppose, like me."
From Chapter 9, No Ordinary Love
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Daily Dose
From The Mountains Sing, by Nguyen Pan Que Mai
KNOW
"I know now that true love is rare and once we find our true love, we must hold on to it."
From The Land Reform, Nghe An, 1955
KNOW
"I know now that true love is rare and once we find our true love, we must hold on to it."
From The Land Reform, Nghe An, 1955
Friday, June 12, 2020
Daily Dose
From The Mercies, by Kiran Millwood Hargrave
THE MEMORY
"The memory hits her like a blow, and she presses her fist to her heart."
From Chapter 25
THE MEMORY
"The memory hits her like a blow, and she presses her fist to her heart."
From Chapter 25
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Thursday, June 11, 2020
Daily Dose
From Redhead by the Side of the Road, by Anne Tyler
SO
"So, straight ahead to floor-mopping day. 'Zee dreaded mop-pink,' he says aloud. But he makes no move to fetch the mop and bucket."
From Chapter 8
SO
"So, straight ahead to floor-mopping day. 'Zee dreaded mop-pink,' he says aloud. But he makes no move to fetch the mop and bucket."
From Chapter 8
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Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Saturday, March 14, 2020
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Daily Dose
From Human Hours: Poems, by Catherine Barnett
O ESPERANZA!
Turns out my inner clown is full of hope.
She wants a gavel.
She wants to stencil her name on a wooden gavel:
Esperanza's Gavel.
Clowns are clichés and they aren't afraid of clichés.
Mine just sleeps when she's tired.
But she can't shake the hopes.
She's got a bad case of it, something congenital perhaps.
Maybe it was sexually transmitted,
something to do with oxytocin or contractions or nipple stimulation,
maybe that's it, a little goes a long way.
Hope is also the name of a bakery in Queens.
And there's a lake in Ohio called Hope Lake where you can get nachos.
I'm so stuffed with it the comedians in the Cellar never call on me,
even when I'm sitting right there in the front row with a dumb look of hope on my face.
Look at these books: hope.
Look at this face: hope.
When I was young I studied with Richard Rorty, that was lucky,
I stared out the window and couldn't understand a word he said,
he drew a long flat line after the C he gave me,
the class was called metaphysics and epistemology,
that's eleven syllables, that's
hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope.
Just before he died, Rorty said his sense of the holy was bound up with the hope
that some day our remote descendants will live in a global civilization
in which love is pretty much the only law.
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Tuesday, January 7, 2020
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From Recollections of My Nonexistence, by Rebecca Solnit
WHAT
"What I had then was a voice that leaned hard on irony, on saying the opposite of what I meant, a voice in which I often said things to one person to impress other people, a voice in which I didn't really know much about what I thought and felt because the logic of the game determined the moves. It was a hard voice on a short leash."
From Chapter 5
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Saturday, November 30, 2019
Clerihew After Cocktails
JEAN STAFFORD
The rather mean laugh heard
Out of Jean Stafford,
Was as nothing compared to the quiet rage
She went home to write out on the untroubled white page.
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Tuesday, November 26, 2019
A Caricature
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Friday, November 8, 2019
Thursday, November 7, 2019
Daily Dose
From Zeina, by Nawal el Saadawi, translated by Amira Nowaira
FANCIES
"Her fancies seemed real, and reality seemed fanciful. Her white fingers holding the pen could not hold the truth, which trickled through them like water."
From page 100, this edition
FANCIES
"Her fancies seemed real, and reality seemed fanciful. Her white fingers holding the pen could not hold the truth, which trickled through them like water."
From page 100, this edition
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Thursday, October 17, 2019
A Caricature
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Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Clerihew for the Boston Cooking School
FANNIE MERRITT FARMER
Fannie Farmer
Strapped on the armor
Of proper terms and careful measures
And produced an American treasure.
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Friday, September 6, 2019
Daily Dose
From John Halifax, Gentleman, by Mrs. Craik
ROOM
"The room looked very neat, I said, with an amused doubt as to how long it was to remain so."
From Chapter XXXV.
ROOM
"The room looked very neat, I said, with an amused doubt as to how long it was to remain so."
From Chapter XXXV.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2019
Friday, May 17, 2019
Clerihew for a Hard Working Author
DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK
At daybreak
Dinah Craik
Rose to pray, clean, and cook,
Then went to work on another book.
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Wednesday, May 15, 2019
A Caricature
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Tuesday, April 23, 2019
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