I beg to move back in, even though
the ceilings have been lowered and I am too
tall to walk inside. I will crawl instead.
-Stephanie Palumbo, Cellpoems
Poem: Childhood Home
10 Quotes on Creativity: Kafka, Rilke, Doctor Who and more
1. First of all, don’t worry about the money. Love the process. You don’t know when it’s gonna happen. Louis C.K. started hitting in his 40s; he’d been doing it for 20 years. And don’t settle. I don’t want to ever hear, “It’s good enough.” Then it’s not good enough. Don’t ever underestimate your audience. They can tell when it isn’t true. Also: Ignore your competition. A Mafia guy in Vegas gave me this advice: “Run your own race, put on your blinders.” Don’t worry about how others are doing. Something better will come.” – Joan Rivers
2. In short, this has been my strategy, though I’m worse at ‘pruning’ than I should be. Consume widely, create with focus, and you’ll see that the novel connections and solutions will follow naturally. You will have the broad base of material and information that allows for new, interesting applications paired with the practiced skill of a technician in your execution. -Erich Campbell, Create with Focus
3. The only thing that makes one an artist is making art. And that requires the precise opposite of hanging out; a deeply lonely and unglamorous task of tolerating oneself long enough to push something out. ―David Rakoff, Half Empty
4. Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. -Franz Kafka
5. Inspiration is for amateurs–the rest of us just show up and get to work. – Chuck Close (painter)
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Poetry: On the Late Bus
ahead of me
on the late bus to Bristol
the woman leaned her head
upon the rain-smeared window
and surrendered herself to sleep
I was reading,
no, fighting through
a novel an ex had given me,
when grace feathered my hands
wisps of a ponytail,
the ends of ten golden inches,
kissed my book-cradling fingers
I held pose
as if meditating
until her awakening
-Tony Press, Right Hand Pointing
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Illustration Love: Airships, Bookstores, and Lakes
We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.”
― J.K. Rowling
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Poetry: Groundspeed by Emilia Phillips
A falling plane as vessel. As Valkyrie—
The espresso shots tremble, darkening; the ounces
chatter on the tray as the unceilinged twin-
engine roar scourges the ear of the drive-thru
worker who only made out double tall. Out the window,
the plane jerks kite-like, tether whipped serpentine, &
drops like an elevator into the abandoned strip’s
parking lot a block from the register, nose snapped like
pencil lead guided by the god-hand that wanted to write
something (elegy, condemnation) across the weedy
& scarred blacktop. The falling plane as thrall, apologia of who’s
to become shadow. After hours, she guided us outside
with chilled canisters of heavy cream sweetened with vanilla
pressurized to spray. It was her last
night on the job. I used to dream I could float two stories
high, like confetti above a fire barrel, but when I
addressed my grounded companions, they said, You’re not
flying. When I say tangible, I mean to
touch. I mean, Of the earth & not above it. & yet love
is an act of falling; & parting, falling out.
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Elementary ‘Hemlock’ Episode Screencaps
Mostly a dull episode until that final, fantastic twist. Also, this episode really showcased the show’s gorgeous color palette, particularly with the muted brows and reds of the brownstone and the black and blue of Joan and Sherlock’s wardrobes.
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Imaginary Worlds: Archan Nair and The Phantom Tolbooth
“If something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn’t there, you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That’s why imaginary things are often easier to see than real ones.”
-Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
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Quotidian: Cup of Tea C.S. Lewis
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At World’s End: The Art of Benjamin Carré
When they finally come, the others, the bright ones, they will find only rubble and ash. For where humanity once was, where earth once was, blinked out like a light in an increasing darkness; in ignorance and in fear we destroyed ourselves, until there was nothing left, only legions of space wrapped around the remnants of a fallen race. 
Coffee and Irony 