James Baldwin in the Paris Review. You want to write a sentence as clean as a bone. That is the goal. … Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but, most of all, endurance.
From KangHee Kim‘s Street Errands.
Nick Cave on grief, via Austin Kleon. I feel the presence of my son, all around, but he may not be there. I hear him talk to me, parent me, guide me, though he may not be there. He visits Susie in her sleep regularly, speaks to her, comforts her, but he may not be […]
From David Schermann.
From RM Vaughan’s interview with Paul Vermeersch about Self Defence for the Brave and Happy. RM Vaughan: The book moves effortlessly between prophetic pronouncements and intimate, personal observations. Is it a goal of the book to conflate the two in order to make the reader more keenly aware that we live in prophetic times? Paul […]
Robert Hass, via Pome. We asked the captain what course of action he proposed to take toward a beast so large, terrifying, and unpredictable. He hesitated to answer, and then said judiciously: “I think I shall praise it.”
From David Whyte (audio here). “We tend to think of vulnerability as a kind of weakness, something to be walked around. But it’s interesting to look at the origin of the word, from the Latin word “vulneras,” meaning “wound.” It’s really the place where you’re open to the world, whether you want to be or […]
Marfa from The Brothers McLeod on Vimeo.
By Laura Bifano.
Pat Perry mural in Sulaymaniyah, Iraq (via graffitistreet and booooooom).
From If They Should Come for Us, by Fatimah Asghar. my people I follow you like constellations we hear the glass smashing the street & the nights opening their dark our names this country’s wood for the fire my people my people the long years we’ve survived the long years yet to come I see […]
Suzanne Moxhay, from Interiors.
From Toni Morrison’s Beloved via Maria Popova. “Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place mist, doves, sunlight, copper dirt, moon — everything belonged to the men who had the guns. Little men, some of them, big men too, each one […]
Extrapolate from Johan Rijpma.
Mark Sarmel via booooooom.