Emily M. Danforth's Blog, page 43
July 22, 2013
flyoverart:
Eric White | Painting
Ann Arbor, Michigan
flyoverart:
Kristy Carpenter | Photography | tumblr
Bronson,...
July 18, 2013
malindalo:
joehillsthrills:
harperbooks:
mttbll:
“Every book...

“Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles.” —Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
This is just one reason why writers are often called brave.
Read that over a few times. Let it sink in. Get back to work.
likeafieldmouse:
Ian Davenport - Ingleby Wall Painting (2011)
July 17, 2013
"Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name
cut into his arm that there’s slippage..."
cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier
and the signified. Or better yet explain to the girl
who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched
the word for her father’s name (on earth as in heaven)
across her back that words aren’t made of flesh and blood,
that they don’t bite the skin. Language is the animal
we’ve trained to pick up the scent of meaning. It’s why
when the boy hears his father yelling at the door
he sends the dog that he’s kept hungry, that he’s kicked,
then loved, to attack the man, to show him that every word
has a consequence, that language, when used right, hurts.”
- Todd Davis, “Tattoo" (via the-unfeminine-female)
July 16, 2013
powells:
Nerd Alert! We constructed this miniature Powell’s...




Nerd Alert! We constructed this miniature Powell’s City of Books as part of our LEGO book sale: http://powells.us/15DAe5q
"Time sort of shakes you like a great wind and wrings you out and drops you in front of your..."
- Paula Fox (via theparisreview)
July 14, 2013
"COPING
It has rained for five days
running
the world is
a round puddle
of sunless water
where..."
COPING
It has rained for five days
running
the world is
a round puddle
of sunless water
where small islands
are only beginning
to cope
a young boy
in my garden
is bailing out water
from his flower patch
when I ask him why
he tells me
young seeds that have not seen sun
forget
and drown easily.
-
Audre Lorde
Today I’ve been reading a lot of Audre Lorde’s poetry and thinking that I should always, always be reading her poetry and then reading it again. Not just today.