Saturday, March 02, 2024

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And then there's Goblin Academia. I suppose tsundoku points in that direction... Beautiful old damaged books, scrolls charred by Vesuvius, broken Classical statuary, reading Victorian novels in vintage editions.

"Like You

I’ve been kissed
   by tragedy and illness,
   by clarity

and clouds of mist, by tiny gifts
   and little trees
   of amethyst, by bursts

of amaryllis, by anger’s fist,
   by glimmers
   of forgiveness. "

--Wendy Videlock via

Bad bookcovers. (thread)

"Then, at college, in a single day I decided to change my handwriting . . . which meant, I realized later, a change in the making of the words which even then were all of me I cared to have admired. It was a really odd decision. Funny. Strange. I sat down with the greatest deliberation and thought how I would make each letter of the alphabet from that moment on. A strange thing to do. Really strange. And for years I carefully wrote in this new hand; I wrote everything—marginal notes, reminders, messages—in a hand that was very Germanic and stiff. It had a certain artificial elegance, and from time to time I was asked to address wedding invitations, but when I look at that hand now I am dismayed, if not a little frightened, it is so much like strands of barbed wire." --William Gass in the Paris Review

Red River Valley. This song is debating as to where it originated.

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