frenzyandlightning
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frenzy and lightning “We just have too much lightning crammed into our hearts. Just want someone to put her ear to our chest and tell us how far away the storm is.” ~ Lauren Zuniga Welcome. This is my virtual cabinet of curiosities in which I collect poetry, art, photography, quotes, and pretty much anything book related, as well as a bit of fandom for Doctor Who, BBC, Harry Potter, and The Walking Dead. Be forewarned before you follow: I rarely post any new content, but I'm a world class reblogger. A link to my personal blog is below. I don't get out much, so thanks for stopping by. Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings on Life, Love & Other Trifles Header image: Night Thunderstorm by OneEighteen FCC
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Listen to archival tape of Maya Angelou interviewed by George Plimpton, the founding editor of the Review in our new podcast!
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Dakota Johnson reads Dorothea Lasky’s poem “I Had a Man” in episode 3 of ‘The Paris Review Podcast.’
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the days feel unripened. the winter does this to me. i stand in and out of my own body. i feel scripted rather than graceful - clanking my way through habits and basic requirements as if each bone was concrete. i make to-do lists. i chew candy. i do all my self-care techniques.
the day is long. it is okay if i spend it curling around a cup of tea. the birds will come back. the world will be warm. in the meantime, carve me a small slice of sunbeam. i will find a treasure in tiny pleasures. i will horde laughter in jars. i will find a book and eat each word like ice cream.
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Hi Mr. Gaiman. I have a confession I’ve been wanting to get off my chest for about 12 years. When I was in high school I stole most of the Sandman series. It was from a teacher at our school who was fired for sexual harassment of students, and I was one of the students, but I wasn’t the one who had actually come forward, for a bunch of reasons (including being a confused uncomfortable 15 year old girl). He had your books in his classroom and I decided he didn’t deserve them any more, so I took them home before he was allowed to come back for his stuff (after the school year ended when the students were gone). I don’t think anyone ever knew. I am sorry for committing a (minor) crime, but I still have them, and he is still a creep who didn’t deserve them, so. I hope you can forgive me.
You definitely shouldn't steal. (But I'm proud of you. Or at least, whatever power of forgiveness I have, consider it extended to you. I agree, he didn't deserve them.)
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Peace Meals, Photo by Aaron Siskind, c. 1937
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Trees at Cape Perpetua
An ordinary morning walk among the majestics at the top of Cape Perpetua on the central Oregon coast.
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