books I brought to Israel
Leaves of Grass- Walt Whitman (to fill my heart with love for America)
Then Again- Diane Keaton (thanks AJ’s mom!)
Kafka on the Shore- Haruki Murakami (I asked Maud for a book to bring with me and she gave me her copy and told me that ‘the pages are curvy because I had to read this book while in the tub.’ This is the second reason I am reading a book that I have otherwise avoided, having feared spending time with story that describes psychopathic cat-killing. The first reason being that I love Maud, and trust her taste.)
Nichomachean Ethics- Aristotle* (Intended to interact with the Torah studying that I’ll be doing at a women’s Yeshiva in Jerusalem.)
The Best Stories of Guy De Maupassant (Technically does not count, as bought in a used bookstore in Tel Aviv.)
*Arnold Aristotle? Joey Aristotle?
i was trying to come up with some kind of mentos/mentor pun, but now i’m just looking at screen shots of the ‘big me’ music video.
New Twin Shadow:
Bill Idol- Dancing With Myself, The Cars- Just What I Needed, Paula Abdul- Straight Up…
tailor-made for a 17 year old dancing in her boyfriend’s dorm room.
Trash Kit are from London! Let’s all go to London!
http://thenewinquiry.tumblr.com/post/20902284608/precarious-verse
Why won’t poetry hurry up and croak already?
This seems to the be the question Kevin Prufer asks in “There Is No Audience for Poetry.” To ask why poetry won’t go gently into that good night is to presume that it isn’t already dead. According to Prufer it isn’t, though it is putting up one…
(Source: stickyembraces, via hell-blog)
working for the yankee dollar.
the grocer of despair
I’m skipping the poetry workshop on Russian Futurists so that I can sew up the holes in the arms of my winter coat and listen to Swans.
