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Cabbage white

Robert Graves is one of my favourite poets and writers… I haven’t read any of his work for a while so maybe I should go back and look at it… I have a book of his poems behind me on the book shelf… He was born in 1895 and lived an extraordinary life. 175 more words


the bookcover moodboard project | post no. 7

Hi all!

I am excited to share another one of my favorite moodboards with you today. As my time was winding down in New York City at the end of the summer, I came upon a compilation of essays that say goodbye to the city:  58 more words

Made By

the question of self-pity

I went back to New York and several things occurred.

  1. I broke down sobbing in the terminal. (Because it was hers, the gateway to her new sunburned life, and the last time I went through it was to fly there to confront her death).
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On Chapel Hill

Excerpt from Goodbye to All That

It would be a long while because, quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.

- Joan Didion


On Reading Joan Didion in Paris

On a Spring day that felt like Winter, I climbed the stairs to the second floor of Shakespeare and Company, the legendary Left Bank bookstore. It was the kind of day we call “smoggy” in Los Angeles, if only because smoggy days come more frequently than overcast ones. 847 more words

never to sell for a sum down

“My father sold the complete rights for one guinea. Boosey, the publisher, made thousands. Sir Charles Stanford, who drew a royalty as the composer, also collected a very large sum. 51 more words


saved me

“That my father is a poet has, at least, saved me from any false reverence for poets.”

— Robert Graves, Goodbye to All That