I’ve been away too long. “There is no writing, there is only re-writing.”
Posts tagged lit.
Today, I think, I shall get myself lost on purpose. I feel too permanent now; I bought a sofa and knowing that it doesn’t fit in my suitcase makes me anxious. I have no immediate plans to move and I fear the stillness in my feet. When you don’t belong anywhere, when you don’t belong to anyone, you’re always in motion. You become fascinated with maps and stamps and luggage. Orphans don’t buy furniture. Tumbleweeds don’t grow roots. I am only lulled by the rise and fall of the vast, unpredictable smudge on the horizon. I need to go.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)
#mary shelley #this quote though #it’s all kinds of wonderful #hey remember that time one asswipe was like you have 30 seconds to name something invented by a woman… #…and Mary was like SCIENCE FICTION MOTHERFUCKERS #that was awesome #thanks Mary Shelley (via snappily)
— Ernest Hemingway (via beeplusdub)
— John Burroughs, The Writings of John Burroughs (via taylorbooks)
— Rumi (via thingssheloves)
— Sylvia Plath (via peculiarmoomin)
Erasing Flannery #5
Dear God, about hope:
It is so easy to say I hope
I am too lazy to despair
I would be so miserable
in the faith department
I have never felt
a positive force
but all my requests seem
to melt down to that supernatural
that does whatever it does.
My mind is in a little box.
There is very little air in my box.
Is there no getting around that?
Oh dear I want to write a novel
for the psychologists.
Let me get away & sweat for it.