Thursday, May 23, 2013
I'll Never Give Up My Hybrid Teas, but...
Jarring Honey, a poem by Nick Norwood
Jarring Honey
Decanting from bucket to pot,
jug to jar, air bubbles suspend
themselves in galaxies:
sucrose solar systems, each
glinting orb a perfect
pearl reflecting light.
The little giants are first
to rise, stately as moons,
toward the surface. They
catch and form a necklace
at the throat, or continue
upward, quickening in that
last few millimeters to bob
in silence on the top, collect
in planetary clusters,
molecular models. Super-
novas erupting in their own
sweet time. Later, a day
or more, even the tiniest
have risen. Some will remain
like distant nebulas, faint
milty pockets of deep space
abuzz with stars humming
with some new kind of being.
jug to jar, air bubbles suspend
themselves in galaxies:
sucrose solar systems, each
glinting orb a perfect
pearl reflecting light.
The little giants are first
to rise, stately as moons,
toward the surface. They
catch and form a necklace
at the throat, or continue
upward, quickening in that
last few millimeters to bob
in silence on the top, collect
in planetary clusters,
molecular models. Super-
novas erupting in their own
sweet time. Later, a day
or more, even the tiniest
have risen. Some will remain
like distant nebulas, faint
milty pockets of deep space
abuzz with stars humming
with some new kind of being.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
65 Books You Need to Read in Your Twenties
Check out:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/doree/books-you-need-to-read-in-your-20s
for the complete list.
And thanks, Chloe, for sending me this link.
I have the following in my bookshelves:
1. The Emperor’s Children, by Claire Messud
4. The Secret History, by Donna Tartt
7. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, by Junot Díaz
9. The Moviegoer, by Walker Percy
10. White Teeth, by Zadie Smith
11. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon
13. Bright Lights, Big City, by Jay McInerney
14. The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri
18. The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway
19. Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro
22. The Group, by Mary McCarthy
26. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, by Dave Eggers
34. On the Road, by Jack Kerouac
35. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, by Tom Robbins
36. Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, by Haruki Murakami
38. Kitchen Confidential, by Anthony Bourdain
50. The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton, by Anne Sexton
55. Me Talk Pretty One Day, by David Sedaris
58. Slouching Towards Bethlehem, by Joan Didion
62. The Elements of Style, by Strunk & White
64. Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, by Betty Edwards
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Inspiration
"Can't repeat the past?...Why of course you can!"
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
My daughter (2013) channeling the timeless elegance of her great-uncle (1930s).
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Happy Birthday, Chapel Hill Grad, Lawrence Ferlinghetti!
-from The Writer's Almanac
It's the birthday of poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti (books by this author) born in Yonkers, New York (1919). His father, an Italian immigrant, died before the boy was born and his mother was committed to an asylum while he was still an infant. A French aunt took over custody of young Lawrence and moved him to France. After a few years, they returned to New York, where his aunt got a job as a governess with a wealthy family. Then his aunt took off, abandoning her nephew, but the family liked the boy so much that they took him in.
Ferlinghetti had access to good schools, went to college at the University of North Carolina, and then joined the Navy during World War II, where he was the commander of 110-foot ship. He said: "Any smaller than us you weren't a ship, you were a boat. But we could order anything a battleship could order so we got an entire set of the Modern Library. We had all the classics stacked everywhere all over the ship, including the john. We also got a lot of medicinal brandy the same way."
After the war, he went to the Sorbonne, and then settled in San Francisco. He loved the North Beach neighborhood, full of Italian immigrants, and he decided to open a bookstore there. In 1953, he opened City Lights, a bookstore and publishing house, which made its name printing Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." Ferlinghetti did not publish his own book, A Coney Island of the Mind, but New Directions did in 1958, and it sold over a million copies.
Ferlinghetti wrote: "I have a feeling I'm falling /on rare occasions / but most of the time I have my feet on the ground / I can't help it if the ground itself is falling."
It's the birthday of poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti (books by this author) born in Yonkers, New York (1919). His father, an Italian immigrant, died before the boy was born and his mother was committed to an asylum while he was still an infant. A French aunt took over custody of young Lawrence and moved him to France. After a few years, they returned to New York, where his aunt got a job as a governess with a wealthy family. Then his aunt took off, abandoning her nephew, but the family liked the boy so much that they took him in.
Ferlinghetti had access to good schools, went to college at the University of North Carolina, and then joined the Navy during World War II, where he was the commander of 110-foot ship. He said: "Any smaller than us you weren't a ship, you were a boat. But we could order anything a battleship could order so we got an entire set of the Modern Library. We had all the classics stacked everywhere all over the ship, including the john. We also got a lot of medicinal brandy the same way."
After the war, he went to the Sorbonne, and then settled in San Francisco. He loved the North Beach neighborhood, full of Italian immigrants, and he decided to open a bookstore there. In 1953, he opened City Lights, a bookstore and publishing house, which made its name printing Allen Ginsberg's "Howl." Ferlinghetti did not publish his own book, A Coney Island of the Mind, but New Directions did in 1958, and it sold over a million copies.
Ferlinghetti wrote: "I have a feeling I'm falling /on rare occasions / but most of the time I have my feet on the ground / I can't help it if the ground itself is falling."
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