- Serendipitous run-ins and thinkings of each other.
- The way a space comes alive after a stagnant, too-long, winter.
- The best damned French toast I ever did have with Geoff Odiorne (c/o: Crumbs bread + farm fresh eggs + pure organic vanilla extract + freshly ground cardamon pods + totally rad/totally real maple syrup).
- The Oxford English Dictionary.
- Walking
- Bicycles
- Books
- oh, oh, music--
- Drives away from here.
- and drives back home

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Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
07 April 2011
minutia in a happy life:
Labels:
body,
exercise,
food,
Geoff,
list(s),
literature,
music,
relationships,
spring
22 February 2011
My prospective reading lists
are getting out of control.
to read academic:
- Borderlands (La Frontera): The New Mestiza; Gloria Andaldúa
- Strangers to Ourselves; Julia Kristeva
- Of Hospitality; Jacques Derrida
- Dialogue and Difference: Feminisms Challenge Globalization; ed. Margerite Waller and Sylvia Marcos
- Just Advocacy?: Women's Human Rights, Transnational Feminisms, and the Politics of Representation; ed. Wendy S. Hesford, Wendy Kozol
- Out Of Egypt: A Memoir; Andre Aicman
- El fuego y la palabra: una historia del movimiento Zapatista; Gloria Muñoz Ramíre
- Arrow of Chaos: Romanticism and Postmodernity; Ira Livingston
- A People's History of the United States; Howard Zinn (I've read excerpts, but the entirety deserves my attention)
- Democracy Matters; Cornel West
- Race Matters; Cornel West
- The American Evasion of Philosophy; Cornel West
- Where We Stand: Class Matters; Bell Hooks
- Yearning: Race, Gender, and Cultural Politics; Bell Hooks
- The Ticklish Subject: The Absent Centre of Political Ontology; Slavoj Zizek
- The History of a Literary Radical and Other Essays; Randolph Bourne
- War and the Intellectuals, essays 1915-1919; Randolph Bourne
- The Radical Will; Randolph Bourne (esp. the essay "The Undergraduate")
to read for fun (not that academic isn't fun; I actually put many texts on the academic list myself, for fun; but oh, you know-- this is still a different list)
- Breath Eyes Memory; Edwidge Danticat
- Krik? Krak!; Edwidge Danticat
- Crescent; Diana Abu-Jaber
- Arabian Jazz; Diana Abu-Jaber (I started but never finished)
- The Unaccustomed Earth; Jumpa Lahiri (ditto)
- Drown; Junot Díaz
- Negocios; Junot Díaz
- Marina; Carlos Ruiz Zafón (Gary- if you're reading; I promise to get it back to you soon!)
- ¡Ya Basta!; Subcomandante Marcos
- Off The Map
- The Spell of the Sensuous; David Abram
- The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World; Michael Pollan
- The Three Sisters; Anton Chekhov
- Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business; Neil Postman
- An Unnatural Order: The Roots of our Destruction of Nature; Jim Mason
- The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat; Oliver Sacks
- Awakenings; Oliver Sacks
- The Mind's Eye; Oliver Sacks
- The Color Purple; Alice Walker
- Picture of Dorian Gray; Oscar Wilde
- War and Peace; Leo Tolstoy
- Thoughts in Solitude; Thomas Merton
- The Seven Story Mountain; Thomas Merton
- Sula; Toni Morrison
(I'd still welcome all your suggestions).
07 January 2011
an excerpt.
from Edwidge Danticant's The Farming of Bones.
"I close the door and lock out the tame night breeze that barely reaches my bare body, naked because Sebastian has made me believe that it is like a prayer to lie unclothed alone the way one came out of the womb, but mostly because I am hoping to feel the sweat gather between the cement floor and the hollow in my back, so that when I rise up, there will be a flood of perspiration to roll down over my buttocks, down the front and back and between my thighs, down to my knees, shins, ankles, and toes, so that there will not be a drop of liquid left in me with which to cry."
----
from my (own) last night's vivid-dream head:
I was holding a bird.
It was shedding its down and
my hands became saturated,
until I could not see my palms,
until they had become feathers.
from my (own) last night's vivid-dream head:
I was holding a bird.
It was shedding its down and
my hands became saturated,
until I could not see my palms,
until they had become feathers.
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