Bill Cheng's Blog, page 101
May 5, 2013
2 days left!
Son House - Death Letter Blues
2 days left!
Son House - Death Letter Blues
May 4, 2013
Home stretch. 3 days left!
Charley Patton - High Water...
Home stretch. 3 days left!
Charley Patton - High Water Everywhere, Part 1
May 3, 2013
What Fiction Can and Can't Teach Us
Sam Sacks reviews A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, by Anthony Marra; “Southern Cross the Dog,” by Bill Cheng; and “The Morels,” by Christopher Hacker.
Oh, also looks like I’m in the Wall Street Journal today.
As an aside; Anthony Marra’s book sounds damned amazing. Got to get my hands on it.
Southern Cross the Dog
NPR coverage of Southern Cross the Dog by Bill Cheng. News, author interviews, critics’ picks and more.
An excerpt from the new novel!
"Either marry your work – take it seriously and do it every day – or date it – write only when you..."
- Anonymous (via ilivetowriteandinspire)
theparisreview:
“For heaven’s sake, what kind of question is...
“For heaven’s sake, what kind of question is that? Would you want to be friends with Humbert Humbert? Would you want to be friends with Mickey Sabbath? Saleem Sinai? Hamlet? Krapp? Oedipus? Oscar Wao? Antigone? Raskolnikov? Any of the characters in The Corrections?” Claire Messud bristles at the notion that characters should be likable.
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You show ‘em!
4 days to go!
Bukka White - Parchman Farm Blues
4 days to go!
Bukka White - Parchman Farm Blues
May 2, 2013
5 more days!
Muddy Waters - Hoochie Coochie Man
5 more days!
Muddy Waters - Hoochie Coochie Man
neglected-minority:
廃郵便局
2012年12月 撮影SONY α57 + SIGMA...
廃郵便局
2012年12月 撮影
SONY α57 + SIGMA 8-16mm
移転したため使われなくなった元郵便局の建物。
正面入口上部にある通気孔の形が
郵便マークになっているのが特徴的。
また、何故か二宮金次郎（二宮尊徳）像が建立されている。
暖かい季節には、室内に生えた木も青々と茂るのだろうか。
tumprompt #2
I remember warming our feet in the kitchen, where the floor had taken in the sun. We stood on the bright gold square, toes at the borders, all the fine hairs lit like hay. Our mothers hugged each other, tasted sauces from each other’s fingers. Our fathers were out hoisting crab traps from the sound, and we waited for the sound of tires on the driveway.
