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May 2011
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Avoiding humiliation is the core of tragedy and comedy
– John Guare
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There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in...
– P.G. Wodehouse (via libraryland)
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Bookshelf Suitcases are discontinued? No! →
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April 2011
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Adegoke's Pencils
He breaks them in secret, with glee. We give him crayons instead. He is happy to be in limbo between the demands of scantron sheets and coloring between the lines. I don’t know how to convince him that such a place is leading him in circles. He scrawls green and yellow letters across the page. I want to give him a pen, but that is forbidden. Crayons but not pens, and never a working pencil.
what you can do with a pencil... beautiful :O
lulusensei:
By Dalton Ghetti
A little boy in one of my classes breaks his pencils so that he is unable to complete certain assignments. He would love this. Impractical pencils.
International Literary Awards →
wordpainting:
Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award for children’s and youth literature – since 2003
Balint Balassi Memorial Sword Award for poets and translators – since 1997
The Bookseller/Diagram Prize for Oddest Title of the Year – since 1978
Common Wealth Award of Distinguished Service – since 1979
Dayton Literary Peace Prize – since 2006
European Union Prize for Literature - since 2009
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March 2011
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sitzfleisch
wordjournal:
noun • the ability to endure a boring activity
from German sitzen ‘to sit’ and fleisch ‘flesh’
Does the English equivalent exist?
Chernobyl, My Primeval, Teeming, Irradiated Eden →
Outside, a great resource of consistently exceptional writing
onebloceast:
In light of what’s going on in Japan this weekend, this already captivating essay makes for an even more interesting read. An excerpt:
IT WAS SOON AFTER 1 A.M. on the night of April 26, 1986, that one of the world’s nightmare scenarios unfolded. Reactor 4 in the huge Chernobyl power station blew up. The causes are...
Time trivializes everything; memory toys with horror. Words, as the poet knows...
– Baron Wormser (via libraryland)
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, and how...
– Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (Slaughterhouse-Five)
February 2011
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The Internet, aka The Pacific Instrument →
I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door...
– Louisa May Alcott (via libraryland)
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"...we're facing a coalition of the heartless, the... →
If what’s always distinguished bad writing—flat characters, a narrative world...
– David Foster Wallace (via wordpainting) (via libraryland)