When was super depressed, I wasn’t working—I was always too depressed. Hemingway did his best work when he didn’t drink, then he drank himself to death and blew his head off with a shotgun. Someone asked John Cheever, “What’d you learn from Hemingway?” and he said “I learned not to blow my head off with a shotgun.” I remember going to the Michigan poetry festival, meeting Etheridge Knight there and Robert Creeley. Creeley was so drunk—he was reading and he only had one eye, of course, and had to hold his book like two inches from his face using his one good eye. But you look at somebody like George Saunders—I think he’s the best short story writer in English alive—that’s somebody who tries very hard to live a sane, alert life.
You’re present when you’re not drinking a fifth of Jack Daniel’s every day. It’s probably better for your writing career, you know? I think being tortured as a virtue is a kind of antiquated sense of what it is to be an artist.
In an interview with The Fix, Mary Karr debunks the toxic mythology that it is necessary to be damaged in order to be creative. My own vehement defiance to that mythology is what led me to choose Ray Bradbury – the ultimate epitome of creating from joy rather than suffering – as the subject of my contribution to The New York Times’ The Lives They Lived.
Pair with Karr on why writers write.
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1:58 pm • 24 May 2013 • 5,715 notes
Memoir: I Still Don't Touch Myself by Lindsey Kugler - Nailed Magazine
A piece of memoir by Lindsey Kugler about her experience having a lump in her breast as an adolescent, a brush with cancer and coming into one’s sexual own. For Nailed Magazine.
i have a new essay up—thanks, nailed!
this is a piece by one of my dearest of pals, sweetest of peas. She is better at slang than me. She taught me about emojis. I want her to marry Diabetes Jonas so that we can be part of Married to Jonas.
9:23 pm • 23 May 2013 • 6 notes
“I began reading Sarah Schulman’s book Gentrification of the Mind and a slow realization crept into my consciousness. I was afraid of my own gayness. I had become afraid of exploring my gayness in my work and people not being able to connect with it. I was afraid of people ignoring me or wanting to harm me if I wrote about being gay. I was afraid of never being reviewed by a major publication. I was afraid of never being published at all. I was afraid of being stuck in the Purple Room in Powell’s. I wanted to be “normal” and I wanted the opportunities of a “normal” person. I would even settle for the opportunities of a “normal” woman.”
Emily Books: The Wall by Sara Renberg (via emilygould)
Hi everybody. I wrote this essay about being out in your creative work for Emily Books and I’d be delighted if you read it.
2:46 pm • 21 May 2013 • 173 notes
“Love, she believed, must come suddenly, with great thunderclaps and bolts of lightning, — a hurricane from heaven that drops down on your life, overturns it, tears away your will like a leaf, and carries your whole heart off with it into the abyss. She did not know that the rain forms lakes on the terraces of houses when the drainpipes are blocked, and thus she would have lived on feeling quite safe, had she not suddenly discovered the crack in the wall.”
— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, p. 87 (Lydia Davis translation)
2:06 am • 12 May 2013 • 2 notes
every story in the history of the universe is better with:
- a female protagonist
even better with a female protagonist who is a lesbian
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11:24 am • 16 April 2013 • 7,001 notes
Creamed chicken specials, plates of fried vegetables, cheese sandwiches with soup. It was hard to think of all the ways you’d never come through for people, closed them out, never loved them, and still order lunch.
Lorrie Moore, Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?
Who Will Run the Frog Hospital is one of the few truly perfect novels I’ve read. Go read it now.
4:17 pm • 9 April 2013 • 45 notes
“Gentrified happiness is often available to us in return for collusion with injustice. We go along with it, usually, because of the privilege of dominance, which is the privilege not to notice how our way of living affects less powerful people. Sometimes we do know that certain happiness exists at the expense of other human beings, but because we’re not as smart as we think we are, we decide that this is the only way we can survive.”
— Schulman, Sarah (2012-01-07). The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination (Kindle Locations 2266-2269). University of California Press. Kindle Edition.
2:36 pm • 9 April 2013 • 15 notes
“Gentrified thinking is like the bourgeois version of Christian fundamentalism, a huge, unconscious conspiracy of homogenous patterns with no awareness about its own freakishness.”
Schulman, Sarah (2012-01-07). The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination (Kindle Locations 721-722). University of California Press. Kindle Edition.
THIS BOOK, guys. THIS BOOK.
1:32 am • 9 April 2013 • 2 notes
“In other words, some ideas have to be formally replicated, instead of being described. They have to be evoked. This is especially true when talking about urban experience. What music best evokes life in cities? Improvisational jazz, real rock and roll, and rap/hip-hop/sampling. It’s the clash of systems that produces the authentic representation of the complex whole.”
— Schulman, Sarah (2012-01-07). The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination (Kindle Locations 287-289). University of California Press. Kindle Edition.
12:46 am • 9 April 2013 • 1 note