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breadcrumbs

In the book I’m reading, I come across this passage:

There is the old story of Somerset Maugham reading Proust while crossing the desert by camel, and to lighten his load he tore out each page after reading both sides and let it fall behind him—one wants to say the wind was involved, but on most days there was no wind.

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Writing

Remembrance of things past

Remembrance of things past

Nothing can ever last

You held me tight

Throughout the night

Then we awoke

Into the morning light

Dreams are all we had… 86 more words

Poetry

Swann's Way

All right, first things first. I won’t read another Proust for a really long time. It is slow, dark, gloomy, iridescent and at certain times exhilarating. 750 more words

In Search Of Lost Time

Life, Words, Things 2: S

There is a great deal of backstory packed into this plastic S, and I find myself exhausted by the prospect of writing it all out: how it came to pass that I went to Florida with my parents again in 1993, how I was secretly nursing a broken heart, how we went to what I believe was an orchid plantation, and how I would feel very differently about visiting a plantation now, after twenty years in the States. 818 more words

Creative Process

The Psychology of Lost Causes by Robyn Armstrong Bowles


The Atlantic published a thought provoking column titled How To Walk Away, by Heidi Grant Halvorson on May 14th, 2013.

The article deals with the psychology of lost causes. 889 more words

Humor

"the pleasures of the mind found no place"

Alas, what he was saying, how little, I felt, did it apply to myself, whom all reasoning, however exalted it might be, left cold, who was happy only in moments of pure idleness, when I was comfortable and well; I felt how purely material was everything that I desired in life, and how easily I could dispense with the intellect. 114 more words

Literature

Life, Words, Things 1: Pillar Tops

I wanted to undertake this challenge, or play a game, of trying to capture in words the life that inhabits the objects I live with. I have chosen a bunch of things that are on my walls, that make home home; things that will soon be going into boxes, at which point I will really start to believe that this life is ending, and a new one is coming. 1,484 more words

Creative Process