THE WORLD IS VERY DUSTY, UNCLE. LET US WORK.

samsmyth:

huckleberry-finn — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:40:20 -0700

"Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if..."

huckleberry-finn — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:24:43 -0700

““Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.””

- Cormac Mccarthy, Suttree (via truerthani)

"To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god."

huckleberry-finn — Sat, 08 Jun 2013 15:00:52 -0700

“To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.”

- Jorge Luis Borges, Other Inquisitions (via jaimelannister)

melvillehouse: mcnallyjackson: Everyone knows that Dan Brown...

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:04:07 -0700

melvillehouse:

mcnallyjackson:

Everyone knows that Dan Brown is the author of Inferno, the most riveting blend of art, history and thriller currently on the market.

But what everyone doesn’t know is that if you excerpt exclusively the fragments of Inferno written in italics, Dan Brown is also the author of inferno, one the most challenging poetry collections of the past decade.

Yesssssssssssssssss.

hepkitap: 2666

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 10:50:34 -0700

hepkitap:

2666

"I cannot love a hero. I do not want to see you being transformed into a statue."

huckleberry-finn — Mon, 03 Jun 2013 00:09:16 -0700

“I cannot love a hero. I do not want to see you being transformed into a statue.”

- Christa Wolf, Cassandra, trans. Jan van Heurck (via proustitute)

"Any book has behind it all the other books that have been written. "

huckleberry-finn — Thu, 23 May 2013 21:51:46 -0700

““Any book has behind it all the other books that have been written. ””

- Anthony Burgess (via theparisreview)

I’m sorry to say that I’ve been neglecting this blog, but now that I am out of school, I...

huckleberry-finn — Thu, 23 May 2013 14:14:13 -0700

I’m sorry to say that I’ve been neglecting this blog, but now that I am out of school, I have more time to read as well as more time for the blog. Hopefully we will be seeing a little more lit and art on this blog soon. In the meantime, you are all welcome to add me as friends on Goodreads, where I am much more active. See you there! :)

"Nothing is more real than nothing."

huckleberry-finn — Sat, 18 May 2013 19:40:32 -0700

“Nothing is more real than nothing.”

- Samuel Beckett, Malone Dies (via proustitute)

"The moon is meant for lovers. Lovers lose Themselves in others. Do not see themselves. The moon..."

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 17 May 2013 20:20:31 -0700

“The moon is meant for lovers. Lovers lose
Themselves in others. Do not see themselves.
The moon does. The moon does.”

- Jack Spicer, from Imaginary Elegies.

okayophelia: [made rebloggable by request] read like a...

huckleberry-finn — Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:18:22 -0700

okayophelia:

[made rebloggable by request]

read like a motherfucker. don’t learn from your betters, just inhale them. imprint rhythms and chokeholds and things-that-shoot-up-your-spine into your fingertips. read how romance novels create characters so vivid you want to fuck them and have them be fucked. read brutal minimalism and extravagant prose. read children’s books to remember about wonder and post-modernists to remember about freedom. read because at some point you will be so full with the consumption of language you will need to start pouring it back out again.

write like an asshole. write things when you’ve stayed up so late you are delirious. write when you’re drunk. write when a song has made you feel catastrophic. write when you’re famished. write when you’re spitting mad. write so you don’t curl up in the bottom of a shower and sob. write when people have torn strips off you. write when you’re high on adrenaline. write because there’s a monster on your back and you need to make it real and separate from your soul. eventually, you will not need any of these props to make you brave enough.

seriously. that’s it.

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then...

huckleberry-finn — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 10:08:00 -0700

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
but then he’s still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
but then he’s still left with his hands.

-Richard Siken, from “Boot Theory”

"Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. “There is..."

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 01:24:36 -0700

“Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. “There is the blueprint,” they say.”

- Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino (via commovente)

"And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude..."

huckleberry-finn — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:06:00 -0700

“And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: ‘It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.’”

- Charles Baudelaire, “Be Drunk,” translated by Louis Simpson

melvillehouse: Mary Motherfucking MacLane

huckleberry-finn — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 12:01:38 -0700

melvillehouse:

Mary Motherfucking MacLane

Photo

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 15 Mar 2013 20:00:05 -0700

"You see the sun? — I built that."

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 15 Mar 2013 11:56:04 -0700

“You see the sun? — I built that.”

- Mimnermos, fr. 2 (translated by Anne Carson)

[light]

(via mythologyofblue)

theparisreview: Cormac McCarthy self-portrait, 1975.

huckleberry-finn — Fri, 08 Mar 2013 15:39:01 -0700

theparisreview:

Cormac McCarthy self-portrait, 1975.

"Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life."

huckleberry-finn — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 09:54:56 -0700

““Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.””

- Swann’s Way, Marcel Proust, translated by C.K. Scott Moncrieff, Terence Kilmartin

shanpagnesoiree: William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac,...

huckleberry-finn — Sat, 02 Mar 2013 10:30:27 -0700

shanpagnesoiree:

William S. Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, photographed by Allen Ginsberg in his East Village living room, 1953; from ‘Beat Memories: The Photographs of Allen Ginsberg,’ an exhibition organized by the National Gallery of Art and on view at NYU’s Grey Art Gallery until April 6, 2013.