To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
While the most adroit of writers in this genre can achieve effects of breathtaking subtlety, I’d still maintain in every successful short story you can find, among delicate shards of glass, that solid brick, threatening, wonderful, ready to propel itself, if necessary, into one’s imagination, doing damage, external and internal, and unlike most novels, not…
Indeed, the most thrilling moments in writing are when the author is veritably un-safe and takes a leap – in plot, character, logic, language or whatever – and reveals something (perhaps, even, our own selves). Published in The Stinging Fly Issue 29 Volume 2 (Editorial by Thomas Morris) Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week,…
Peter feels as though this trip to the palace by himself might be a defining moment in his later life. He arrived at being the person he is when he was approximately thirty seven years old, a year after meeting his second wife, and has remained steadfastly that way ever since, with little disrupting his mild…
Now when I see my own arm, the tattoo that on my eighteenth birthday marked my freedom, I think only of the tattoo that marked her servitude. Through this ink, I feel the connectivity of flesh. From the short story Vision by Tiffany Briere (published in Tin House Magazine Vol. 15 No. 3.) Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that…
Raymond in those days spoke French and English, too, with a crack in each. His English belonged to a subdivision of Catholic Montreal – a bit Irish sounding but thinner than any tone you might hear in Dublin. His French vocabulary was drawn from conversations with his mother and aunt, and should have been full…
Monsieur Ibrahim avait toujours été vieux. Unanimement, de mémoire de rue Bleue et de rue du Faubourg-Possonnière, on avait toujours vu monsieur Ibrahim dans son épicerie, de huit heures du matin au milieu de la nuit, arc-bouté entre sa caisse et les produits d’entretien, une jambe dans l’allée, l’autre sous les boîtes d’allumettes, une blouse…
When we started our band, I’d hand out flyers to strangers on the street and they’d literally throw them back in my face. (We eventually started printing them on lighter card stock.) From the book Weird War One: The Antihero’s Guide to Surviving Everyday Life by Mat Devine Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week,…
A few moments before he had been happy with his death, because he had thought he was dead. Because a dead man can be happy with his irremediable situation. But a living person can’t resign himself to being buried alive. From the short story “Eyes of a Blue Dog” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (translation by…
It takes a lot of guts to stop measuring things that are measurable, and even more guts to create things that don’t measure well by conventional means. From Measuring nothing (with great accuracy) by Seth Godin Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering…
He was completely interested in humanizing technology. What something should be was always the starting point for his designs. From Jony Ive: The Genious Behind Apple’s Greatest Products by Leander Kahney Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.