#Leopoldine Core

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DIAGONAL UWU Nº 0

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con textos de Richard Scott, Wendy Carlos, Leopoldine Core, Susana Thénon y Roberta

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Emma Roberts, (Instagram, January 24, 2017)

—When Watched, Leopoldine Core (2016)

[nyxshadowhawk]

Dark Royalty Core Playlist

People seemed to really like the Beltane playlist so I thought I’d post more of my playlists! I started making this one when I learned that the Dark Royalty Aesthetic was a thing, and I am so happy that it is a thing! It’s now one of my favorite aesthetics, and it got me into more traditional classical music. This is intended to be a “master playlist” -- some of these pieces are taken from oliviaalee on youtube, but many are favorites of mine.

“Masquerade - Ballet Suite: 1. Waltz” by Aram Khachaturian, London Symphony Orchestra, et.al. “Expectation” by Herold Kittler, Nikolai Sergeyev, et.al. “Leopoldine” by Ez3kiel “An Extraordinary Tale” by Peter Gundry “Ghost Waltz” by Abel Korzeniowski “Dance of the Damned” by Peter Gundry “Lestat’s Recitative” by Elliot Goldenthal “Amur Waves” by Max Kyuss, Nikolai Nazarov, et.al. “Gnossienne no. 1″ by Erik Satie, Alena Cherney “Tocka” by Оркестр "Классика" “Midnight Waltz” by Adam Hurst “The Secret Garden” by Adrian von Ziegler “The Second Waltz” by André Rieu, Johan Strauss Orchestra “An Embassy Waltz” by Mickymar Productions Ltd and Failbetter Games  “Tonight Ve Dance” Peter Gundry “Gramophone” by Eugen Doga “Merry-Go-Round of Life” by Joe Hisaishi “Cinderella, Op. 87, Act 1: No. 19, Cinderella’s Departure for the Ball” by Sergei Prokofiev, André Previn, London Symphony Orchestra “Valse sentimentale, Op. 51, No. 6″ by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Josef Sakonov, et.al. “Wood Carving Partita” (cover) by Tim Stoney “Danse macabre, Op. 40: Poème symphonique d’après une poésie de Henri Cazalis” by Camille Saint-Saëns, Rudfunk Sinfonieorchester Berlin, et.al. “Legacy of Sorrow” by Nox Arcana “Nocturnal Waltz” by Johannes Bornlöf “Incantato” by Adam Hurst “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Op. 61: Scherzo No. 1″ by Felix Mendelssohn, Staatskapelle Berlin, et.al. “Serenade for Strings in E, Op. 22: 2. Tempo di valse” by Antonín Dvorák, Academy of St Martin in the Fields, et.al. “The Shadow’s Bride” by Peter Gundry “Nocturne No. 20 In C Sharp Minor, Op.posth” by Frédéric Chopin, Alice Sara Ott “Ghost Bride” by Adrian von Ziegler “Suite Gothique, Op. 25: I. Introduction et choral” by Léon Bollëmann, Michael Phol “2 Romanian Rhapsodies, Op. 11: Rhapsody No. 1 in A Major” by George Enescu, Heinz Rögner et.al. “Bagatelle No. 25 in A Minor, "Für Elise", WoO 59” by Ludwig van Beethoven, Lang Lang “The Nocturnal” by Peter Gundry “Piano Sonata No.14 In C Sharp Minor, Op.27 No.2 -"Moonlight": 1. Adagio sostenuto” by Ludwig van Beethoven, Daniel Barenboim “Insomnies” by Ez3kiel “Dance of Gold” (cover) by Tim Stoney, Kristin Naigus, et.al. “Parliament of Owls” by Agnes Obel “An Amalgamation Waltz 1839” by Joep Beving “Dance of Pales” (cover) by Tim Stoney *** “Symphonie Fantastique, Op. 14 (Episode de la vie d'un artiste) : II. Un Bal (A Ball)” by Hector Berlioz, Tbilisi Symphony Orchestra et.al. “Ritual” by Adam Hurst “Forest Tale” by Wilhelm Becker, Nikolai Nazarov, et.al. “The Awakening” by Peter Gundry “Ceremonial Spell” by Adrian von Ziegler “Autumn Moon” by Eternal Eclipse  “Phantastic Dance No. 1″ by Dmitri Shostakovich, Christian Funke, et.al. “Waltz of Souls” by Adam Hurst “Agnus dei” by Samuel Barber, Roderich Kreile, et.al. “14 Romances, Op. 34: No. 14, Vocalise” by Sergei Rachmaninoff, Jan Vogler, et.al. “Holberg Suite, Op. 40: IV. Air” by Edvard Grieg, Staatskapelle Dresden, et.al. “Gaspard de la nuit, M. 55: No. 3, Scarbo. Modéré in B Major” by Maurice Ravel, Cecile Ousset “Waltz” by Eugen Doga “Dorian’s Theme” by Charlie Mole “Children's Corner, L. 113: IV. The Snow is Dancing” by Claude Debussy, Peter Rosel “Duo in G Major: II. Air” by François Couperin, Barbara Sanderling, et.al. “No.9 - Finale - Swan theme (Andante)” by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra  “Organ Sonata in C Minor: I. Grave - Larghetto” by Julius Reubke, Michael Pohl “Requiem for the Gods” (cover) by Wayne Strange, Chad Schwartz “Death Waltz” by Adam Hurst “Lacrimosa” by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Lisa Beckley, et.al. “Weeping Willow” by Gabrielle Aapri “Eternal Slumber” by Yonder Dale “Midnight Masquerade” by Nick Murray “The Vampire Masquerade Organ Version” by Peter Gundry “Cloak and Dagger” by Eternal Eclipse “Appassionata” by Rolf Lovland, Secret Garden “String Quartet No. 14 in D Minor, D. 810 "Death and the Maiden": II. Andante con moto - Arr. Gustav Mahler” by Franz Schubert et.al. “Reflections” by Toshifumi Hinata “Mariage d’Amour” by Jacob’s Piano “Carnival of the Animals: XIII. The Swan” by Camille Saint-Saëns, Yo-Yo Ma “Victor’s Piano Solo” by Danny Elfman “Sofia’s Waltz” by Carvajal “The Nutcracker, Op.71, TH.14 / Act 2: No. 14a Pas de deux: Intrada” by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Mariinsky Orchestra, et.al.

Spotify Link:  https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3yFvAGB5xdoOELbmiJ136U?si=1d1f15e826ac445b

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Eileen Myles and Leopoldine Core

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𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤:

personal:

When Watched, Leopoldine Core (2016)

You Can’t Go Home Again, Thomas Wolfe (1940)

academic:

Between Men: English Literature and Male Homosocial Desire, Eve Sedgewick (1985)

Impersonations: The performance of gender in Shakespeare’s England, Stephen Orgel (1996)

Queering the Renaissance, ed Johnathan Goldberg (1993)

Shakespeare: An Anthology of Criticism and Theory, 1945-2000, ed. Russ McDonald (2004)

Shakespeare, Sex, and Love, Stanley Wells (2010)

King Lear, William Shakespeare (1606)

Richard II, William Shakespeare (1595)

The Roaring Girl, Thomas Middleton (1611)

[iriseslonging]

He rests his hand on her stomach and a foreverish feeling flashes between them. She tries to imagine loving him less and she can’t. Then she tries to picture herself as an old woman in a rocking chair. She can’t. And she can’t imagine dying because that would mean the love was gone too. She wraps her leg around him. She takes a whiff. Who could die like this?

When Watched, Leopoldine Core

[loscheveresyaestantomados]

She smiled giddily, loving the story and his face as he told it. And she knew it was a kind of sickness, how she fell so hard and wore her weird heart on her sleeve like a  littel hungry roach.

When Watched. Leopoldine Core

[poorlyconditioned]

Untitled Propositions (a love letter)

This text was originally written for NoMorePotluck's Age Issue (Fall 2015), edited by Dayna McLeod. However, their website is currently offline. Heres hoping this important open-source queer feminist journal can be accessed again, soon because we love and need you. But, for now:

Untitled Propositions (a love letter)

1. When we met, I was that doubled soft-edged blue of 22. I will always think of that number as magical.

2. Time-delayed and hungover, she laughed, asking, “HOW old is your partner, again?” And I laughed too, to cover my impulse to vomit and hide, as she immediately apologized and we changed topics. Sucking our beers and pretending nothing was happening. (When I learned she’d also had a relationship with an older woman, I hated her. I hated her as a microcosm of everyone who’d ever made me feel ashamed.)

3. mediocre, fair, commonplace, ordinary, regular, middling

4. I read recently, in a book whose author you’d raved about some years ago, that most people think they are above average in most things. The inherent meaning of “average” precludes this possibility. The book proposed that if we could all be content with our average traits, we’d be much happier.

5. I will still sit by your bed and hold your hand through your last breaths when the time comes, if I’m still here, if you still want.

6. Don’t worry, I’ll follow your lead and we can pretend we don’t know how it feels to be erased – don’t know what it’s like when your wet, lapping thrusts are unimaginable to the eyes across the room at the soirée. We can pretend it doesn’t mark us, each time we are made invisible. C’est la vie.

7. Everyone’s done it. Everyone knows about breaking up.

8. I know you hate public performances of our intimacies. I’m sorry. But where am I in that? My life’s work turns on public intimacies – you’ve always known who and how I am. And I am nothing other than you, right now. My theory has dried up in this spider-shell of a body so, when asked to write, I can write only you. Again and again and again.

9. Not being able to stay makes me pretty fucking average.

10. Reading Women, in which Chloe Caldwell’s lover is 19 years her senior, I think: “Pfffft… amateurs.”

11. Don’t worry – this text is fiction, anyway.

12. I’m surprised by how hard it is for me to recognize what is and isn’t the end of us. The black and white films that parented me have made me think it will be obvious. It isn’t.

13. You taught me that one can never know the intimacy others share in the twilight.

14. Every time we touched, we defied    :    building worlds out of sparks spitting from the metal clash of our intellectual fencing, leaking from our hot little apartment into the world-in-crisis that surrounded us.

15. Thank you.

16. Phaedrus and Socrates joust speeches back and forth, pulling apart the lover and the boy – slamming them back together in different configurations. Again. Again. In the end though it’s not about the madness of love, is it Socrates? You care only to make a demonstration of persuasion and rhetoric, writing and knowing. You fucker.

17. To be understood beyond understanding yourself. To know the lines caressing your face better than my own. To leap.

18. A friend sends us a YouTube video of Eileen Myles and Leopoldine Core reading a love poem together, interweaving their devotion to writing and each other – one grey-haired and tough, the other so youthful it hurts. We watch it over and over, sipping morning coffee, grinning. I tried to find that video today. It’s been taken off the internet.

19. I keep the marks that are left in a cream white envelope in my bedside drawer. Stowed treasure.

20. Don’t forget to tell yourself what you need to hear.

21. When we were 18 and living in New York, my best friend told me I was growing younger every year, though she’d always found me to be older than my age. She said I’d meet myself at 26, and finally be the age I was. So, Sophie? Have my two crossing selves met? Is it momentary? Will they continue on together or pass and part…

22. You never trusted me.

23. When things get really bad, near the end, I find myself wishing I were a bookshelf. I start laying with books piled on my body in the studio. No opinion, nothing to be done. Just the sun moving across my wooded surfaces, dust settling, dust wiped away, dust settling again. Maybe a cat dulls its claws on my edges.

24. I thought we had the wisdom to end more gently than this.

25. The first time you saw me perform – naked and bloody – and still wanted me to come home with you after. You bathed my wounds, tu m'as pris dans tes bras et I was reborn.

26. When I finally say it, the metal door slams down behind your eyes and I am suddenly standing alone in a dead silent desert, endlessly flat, grateful for the wind whipping hard lashes of sand into my skin because at least it’s something I can feel.

27. Is this place holding me?

      What does it sense as it holds?

      A throbbing?

      My sadness and my lust?

28. I wonder where and how you are. I wonder what you do on Sundays, now.

29. I am still only able to hold others in performance.

30. Writing about heartbreak – average.

31. I disdain knowing, even as I write, that I’ll heal. The nail polish grows off my toes, my dark roots come in, the circle cut into my shoulder scabs over and fades. Eventually, all the marks of us will be invisible.

32. And everyone can blame it on age. Even us. A simplification that makes things easier to stomach: someone always dies at the end of the women-falling-in-love-with-women movie.

33. We were never average.

34. The back of your neck, blue-moon washed, as you sleep turned away from me, my arms wrapped around you, every night for years.

35. Everything you ever said was interesting. Since the beginning.

36. It’s heartbreaking to be what the world says you are.

[eccecoffea]

Eu quero uma presidente… (I want a president…)

Eu quero uma presidente… (I want a president…)

Eu tenho visto coisas da Eileen Myles (depois que descobri sua existência via Leopoldine Core) por todo o canto da internet e descobri que o poema ‘I want a president’ da Zoe Leonard (outra descoberta, nesse caso também fotográfica) foi escrito inspirado em quando ela resolveu se candidatar para presidente do EUA. Procurei por uma tradução em português e não encontrei nenhuma que não fosse…

[gplewis]

things i send you if i love you

In Full Velvet By Jenny Johnson

Before the horns fall away, here’s what the taxidermist teaches:

Because the velvet grows onto the hide we have to skin it and cut it, so nothing rips up and causes damage.

Being cautious that we don’t give it a big yank, use your knife and just kind of pull gently.

Go on—tap the skin away from the bur. See we boned it out.

For hard boned deer we usually just kind of... but we can’t do that when it’s in full velvet or it will, you know.

Now we’re going to put a puncture in the tip. So, we’re not just hitting the one vein.

That’s what we want to see.

When Aristotle dissected the embryos in bird eggs, he mistook the spinal cord for the heart.

Anaximander of Miletus wrote that the first humans burst out of the mouths of fish and that we took form there and were held prisoners there until puberty.

At its root, taxidermy means to arrange skin. O love, how precise is any vision?

It’s also true that some whitetails never lose their velvet. Hunters raise their eyebrows calling them atypical,

antlered does, cactus bucks, monsters, shirkers, ghosts, raggedy-horn freaks, because they lead

long solitary lives, unweathered by the rutting season, because their antlers

are covered permanently in a skin that most bucks shed in late summer,

because their velvet horns spike and slope backwards, never hardening to pure bone,

growing ever more askew. A recent one slayed at thirty points was described as having

stickers, kickers, and a whole lot of extra junk full of blood, hot to the human touch.

Gut a body and we’re nothing left but pipes whistling in the breeze. That’s all the cassowary is when you slit her open:

She’s lungs wrapped in dark fur. She’s a full baritone with a soft wattle. There’s nothing in her casque but soft tissue.

Because it makes me want to turn away, I watch film footage of scientists

poking through the pink tendons, the reptilian claw of the euthanized casuarius.

When they fondle the sweet spot, a talon shoots out and stabs a melon the same as it would the appendix of a lazy zookeeper.

I had to cover my eyes when they severed the ancestral wing. Love, we are more than utility, I think.

Love, I know my body’s here when the turkey vulture comes out of the thicket, wings spread wide, smelling all of it.

When talking about how the brain imagines the body, neurologists use the word “schema” to describe the little map that lies across the cortex,

sensing all our visible and invisible parts.

Some phantasms about our bodies in relationship to gender and sexuality are idealized, some degrading, some compulsory, some transgressive.

I am using this embrace, Love, to keep us here in this perceptual field.

When I focus my binoculars, Love, I am as careful as a raccoon working its way

through trash. A soda can passes as the skull of a bird, an eyehole where somebody

drank some sugar down. Love, come close. Love, lie back. Love, lie with me here

beneath a bridge where the light falling on the water shimmers upward casting

shadows on the slats beneath. When you are here, Love, I am beside myself.

If secrets are prayers then maybe bodies

are worth revealing worth repeating

How much plumage dare I show How much down

Some days I am rich as the common garter snake

with more testosterone than you can handle

and the sweetest stench of pheromones

O small pouch O tiny nipple O lactating man

Or as the French say cyprine O Icelandic clam

And whales with lady hips And dandelions in the thick grass

growing stamens growing pistils O lion’s tooth However the wind

rips each part apart However we clone and clone and clone

~

~

TONIGHT By Leopoldine Core

I think you should experiment with vanity

don’t finish bad food to be polite

read minds cause anyone

can.

learn from children and monsters

learn from the mirror

you’re a monster.

stare into the dark crack between 2 buildings

and don’t jump

see that you are fragile

be easy because nothing

is.

be nice to common angels.

be nice to geniuses who are nice.

just lean into the light of their hair

lean your whole body into the light of freaks

into your own freaky light.

keep saying the thing in your head

watch your words

understand that they are wolves in the night

you are a wolf tonight.

watch the snow

remember how easy it is to kill people

you are a wolf you can kill people

so don’t.

think about what you live for

pancakes rock n’ roll

I mean if you live another day you can have breakfast

again

put your face to the stereo

it’s a seashell that pink.

watch everything like a scholar

watch your lover sleep like a scholar

beat narcissism with a kiss

beat narcissism

just shut the fuck up sometimes.

pee a heart in the snow

write on the air write what you

know.

you think you want your life to be easy

you don’t.

take this your youth

the beefiest apple

don’t pretend not to care everyone knows

when you care.

don’t pretend the sunset doesn’t suck your

dick.

don’t you know the night is open for a wolf

like you

look how the moonlight pools in the black of your eye

look how hot you are saying nothing

saying hi.

just be your own baby

tonight

be like an egg.

I’m sorry.

I’m really sorry all that bad stuff happened to you.

I’m sorry you looked at yourself and saw

a toilet.

I’m sorry America

is a toilet.

let’s take it all like money in the street

poetry and the internet

tap water in a glass

your youth

the youth of your whole life.

you think you want everything

you think everything is something

to have.

you think the night can hurt you

it might.

you think so much

at night.

I love when we just sit around

minutes their caviar shape

maybe this is gross but I love that you think you’re stupid.

you’re not stupid.

the ocean is as beautiful as they say and chocolate as sweet

you had to laugh at the ocean first

you had to hate it the thing that you

love.

just go. I’ll go with you.

become obsessed with minutes they live to die

like you.

become obsessed with this

youth

that opens

like a can

become obsessed with minutes they are a guy

like you.

they live to die like you.

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más poemas de Leopoldine Core

ALGUIEN

era hot

pero desafortunadamente

unx poeta.

CUALQUIERA COMO ELLA (fragmento) He estado sincronizada con vos desde cuando era un espermatozoide Es por eso que no puedo escuchar bien toda tu charla lo convertiste en algo vulgar hablar hablas dormida cuando pasan los dibujitos de miedo hablas cuando te despertás hablás hablás el odio es real es una cosa real. realmente te odio

ESTRELLAS

por qué comer

por qué maquillarse

por qué siquiera lavarse

la concha

cuando podés

estar escuchando

una

canción pop

BEBÉ

tu amor

es una estafa

piramidal

DIJES

quiero que me saquen los ovarios

y llevarlos como aros

Esos son aros muy raros.

¡Son ovarios!

CREPÚSCULO

mis axilas apestan

bueno

soy un pequeño pez

caminando a casa

en zapatos

las obras son de Constanza Giuliani

-Pussy Cats (2019)

-Recién transformadita II (2019)

[restekova]

my short story recommendations masterlist (with links to read!!)

last updated 4/26/18

@farmerbf @yugiohlesbian @mariannevibritannia @11thprince & everyone who said they’d be interested & everyone looking for something to read—

hello, my name is Amelia Kester and this is a list of some of my very very favorite short stories. the title of each one links to wherever you can read it online legally for free! because so many short stories are available to read online legally for free, through the digital archives of the magazines they were published in, the personal website of the author, or so on, i decided to theme this recommendation post to only include such accessible stories, so that even if you’re flat broke or just don’t regularly have money to spend on books, you can still read some great literature! also, the stories are largely contemporary. with the exception of the borges stories which i included because i just had to, almost all all of these written from at least 1990 onward, many published just last year or the year before, because i wanted to introduce contemporary stories rather than just old classics that everyone in a mainstream audience already knows about. 

this list is a very personal list and is limited to stories that are personal favorites of mine, and especially ones that i consider to have personally influenced my writing or the way i see the world a lot. so it’s a very personal list of recs, as in, these are just my favorites. but i believe most of these are pretty damn good stories overall no matter what, so if you’re looking for something to read and see something interesting, give it a shot!

i included trigger warnings to the best of my ability. also, it’s really hard to write summaries of these stories and do them justice, so in place of a traditional summary of each one, i just copy an excerpt from the first few sentences of each story to serve as a summary. if one makes you want to keep reading, click on it!

Victory Lap (George Saunders) personal rating: ★★★★★ (this may be my single favorite short story of all time) tw: attempted kidnapping, attempted rape

Say the staircase was marble. Say she descended and all heads turned. Where was {special one}? Approaching now, bowing slightly, he exclaimed, How can so much grace be contained in one small package? Oops. Had he said small package? And just stood there? Broad princelike face totally bland of expression? Poor thing! Sorry, no way, down he went, he was definitely not {special one}.

Tenth of December (George Saunders) personal rating: ★★★★★ tw: cancer, attempted suicide

Today’s assignation: walk to pond, ascertain beaver dam. Likely he would be detained. By that species that lived amongst the old rock wall. They were small but, upon emerging, assumed certain proportions. And gave chase. This was just their methodology. His aplomb threw them loops. He knew that. And revelled it. He would turn, level the pellet gun, intone: Are you aware of the usage of this human implement?

Blam!

70 SENTENCES THAT DUOLINGO.COM BELIEVES I WILL NEED TO KNOW IN SPANISH (Caitlin Horrocks) personal rating: ★★★★★

I am going to tell you everything: I have a house in every country. I have a dog in each one of my houses. The houses do not have roofs. What are they, exactly? 

Hog For Sorrow (Leopoldine Core) personal rating: ★★★★★ tw: sex work, prostitution

Lucy and Kit sat waiting side by side on a black leather couch, before a long glass window that looked out over Tribeca, the winter sun in their laps. Kit stole sideward glances at Lucy, who hummed, twisting her hair around her fingers in a compulsive fashion. Her hair was long and lionlike with a slight wave to it, gold with yellowy shades around her face. Kit couldn’t look at her for very long. She cringed and recoiled, as if faced with a bright light. Lucy was too radiant.

Caiman (Bret Antony Johnston) personal rating: ★★★★★

Your mother wouldn’t let me bring the ice chest into the house, so I left it in the garage. Earlier, I’d knifed four holes into the styrofoam lid. One of them looked like half a star, which I remember liking. This was years ago, a windswept Sunday. This was Texas.

Jealous Husband Returns in Form of Parrot (Robert Olen Butler) personal rating: ★★★★

I never can quite say as much as I know. I look at other parrots and I wonder if it's the same for them, if somebody is trapped in each of them paying some kind of price for living their life in a certain way. For instance, "Hello," I say, and I'm sitting on a perch in a pet store in Houston and what I'm really thinking is Holy shit. It's you. And what's happened is I'm looking at my wife. 

Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius (Jorge Luis Borges) perosnal rating: ★★★★

I owe the discovery of Uqbar to the conjunction of a mirror and an encyclopedia. The mirror troubled the depths of a corridor in a country house on Gaona Street in Ramos Mejia; the encyclopedia is fallaciously called The Anglo-American Cyclopaedia (New York, 1917) and is a literal but delinquent reprint of the Encyclopedia Britannica of 1902. The event took place some five years ago. Bioy Casares had had dinner with me that evening and we became lengthily engaged in a vast polemic concerning the composition of a novel in the first person, whose narrator would omit or disfigure the facts and indulge in various contradictions which would permit a few readers - very few readers - to perceive an atrocious or banal reality. 

Funes the Memorious (Jorge Luis Borges) personal rating: ★★★★★ (this story literally changed the way i think about the world, particularly the fallibility of memory, and helped me when i was really struggling)

I remember him (I scarcely have the right to use this ghostly verb; only one man on earth deserved the right, and he is dead), I remember him with a dark passionflower in his hand, looking at it as no one has ever looked at such a flower, though they might look from the twilight of day until the twilight of night, for a whole life long. 

Brokeback Mountain (Annie Proulx) personal rating: ★★★★★

They were raised on small, poor ranches in opposite corners of the state, Jack Twist in Lightning Flat, up on the Montana border, Ennis del Mar from around Sage, near the Utah line, both high-school drop-out country boys with no prospects, brought up to hard work and privation, both rough-mannered, rough-spoken, inured to the stoic life. Ennis, reared by his older brother and sister after their parents drove off the only curve on Dead Horse Road, leaving them twenty-four dollars in cash and a two-mortgage ranch, applied at age fourteen for a hardship license that let him make the hour-long trip from the ranch to the high school. 

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i just finished reading my first book of 2k17 and i really liked it a lot?

[xanthine]

Books of 2017

I somehow read more books in 2017 than I did in 2016. Somehow. Here’s the full list of books I finished:

January 1. CBT at Work for DUMMIES by Gill Garratt  2. MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood  3. The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher  4. Wild by Cheryl Strayed 

February 5. Chalked Up by Jennifer Sey 6. Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher 7. My Age of Anxiety by Scott Stossel 8. Shockaholic by Carrie Fisher 9. Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel  10. Where am I now? by Mara Wilson 11. Dark Places by Gillian Flynn 

March 12. Illness as Metaphor by Susan Sontag 13. Children of Earth and Sky by Guy Gavriel Kay 14. The Sun is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon 15. Scrappy Little Nobody by Anna Kendrick 16. milk and honey by Rupi Kaur 17. Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott 

April 18. Love x Style x Life par Garance Doré 19. The Happiness of Pursuit by Chris Guillebeau (audio) 

May 20. The Right to Write by Julia Cameron 21. Better Than Before by Gretchen Rubin 22. The Revenge of Analog by David Sax 23. Algorithms to Live By: The Computer Science of Human Decisions by Brian Christian and Tom Griffiths 24. Adult Onset by Ann-Marie MacDonald  25. One Day We’ll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter by Scaachi Koul 26. The Sound of Paper by Julia Cameron 27. Shrill - Notes From a Loud Woman by Lindy West 

June  28. Caffeinated: How our daily habit helps, hurts and hooks us by Murray Carpenter 29. Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert 30. The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin 31. The Path by Michael Puett and Christine Gross-Loh  32. Still Procrastinating? By Joseph R Ferrari 33. You'll Grow Out of It by Jessi Klein 34. The Science Writers' Handbook by The Writers of SciLance (edited by Thomas Hayden and Michelle Nijhuis) 

July  35. Confessions of a Sociopath by M.E. Thomas 36. Night Watch by Terry Pratchett 37. The life-changing magic of not giving a fuck by Sarah Knight 38. Dear Mister Essay Writer Guy: Advice and Confessions on Writing, Love, and Cannibals by Dinty W. Moore 39. The Shadowed Sun by N. K. Jemisin 40. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell 

August 41. Binti: Home by Nnedi Okorafor 42. Works Well With Others by Ross McCammon 43. Rest: Why you get more done when you work less by Alex Soojung-Kim Pang 44. Haldol and Hyacinths by Melody Moezzi 45. Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell 46. I Contain Multitudes by Ed Yong 47. Attachments by Rainbow Rowell 48. Everyone's a aliebn when ur a aliebn too by jomny sun 49. Son Of A Trickster by Eden Robinson  50. Systematic by James R Valcourt 

September 51. When Everything Feels Like The Movies by Raziel Reid 52. City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett 53. Hygge: The Danish Art of Happiness by Marie Tourell Søderberg 54. Unf*ck Your Habitat by Rachel Hoffman 55. Waking Gods by Sylvain Neuvel 56. The Upward Spiral by Alex Korb 57. Too Much And Not In The Mood by Durga Chew-Bose 58. The Spooky Art by Norman Mailer 

October 59. Beauty Queens by Libba Bray 60. The First Time I Got Paid For It… Writers’ Tales from the Hollywood Trenches edited by Peter Lefcourt and Laura J Shapiro 61. My Boyfriend Barfed in my Handbag... And Other Things You Can't Ask Martha by Jolie Kerr 62. The Last One by Alexandra Olivia 63. The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker (audio) 64. Something Strange and Deadly by Susan Dennard 65. Hunger by Roxane Gay 

November 66. When Watched (stories) by Leopoldine Core 67. The Productivity Project by Chris Bailey 68. The Stone Sky by N. K. Jemisin 69. Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire 70. The Rules Do Not Apply by Ariel Levy 

December 71. All Inclusive by Farzana Doctor 72. We Are Never Meeting In Real Life by Samantha Irby 73. Next Gen PhD: A Guide to Career Paths in Science by Melanie V Sinche 74. Turtles All The Way Down by John Green 75. the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

[nyrbclassics]

Women in Translation Month

To close out this year’s Women in Translation Month, we offer a selection of recent and forthcoming NYRB Classics in translation written—and in many cases translated—by women. Women in Translation Month may be just about over, but it’s not too late to pick up one of these funny, heartbreaking, and innovative books.

Notes of a Crocodile by Qiu Miaojin, translated from the Chinese by Bonnie Huie:

“First published in 1994, [it] is in many ways a futuristic text, as it contains conversations about identity that are happening now - and ones that have yet to. It is refreshing to read a novel that so frankly examines patriarchy, misogyny, homophobia, gender normativity and capitalism—especially one that howls so freely with pain.” —Leopoldine Core, The New York Times Book Review

Family Lexicon by Natalia Ginzburg, translated from the Italian by Jenny McPhee:

“There is no one quite like Ginzburg for telling it like it is. Her unique, immediately recognizable voice is at once clear and shaded, artless and sly, able to speak of the deepest sorrows and smallest pleasures of everyday life.” —Phillip Lopate

Katalin Street by Magda Szabó, translated from the Hungarian by Len Rix

“A gorgeous elegy for the joy and the life once shared among three neighboring families—the Elekes, the Temes, and the Helds—in prewar Budapest...Readers will be impressed by the brilliant texture and forthrightness of Szabó’s prose, along with the particular urgency she infuses into the humiliations and irrational longings that comprise her characters’ lives, even or especially during the shock of war....This is a brilliant and unforgettable novel.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review

Memories: From Moscow to the Black Sea by Teffi, translated from the Russian by Robert Chandler, Elizabeth Chandler, Irina Steinberg, and Anne Marie Jackson

“With an unflinching eye for detail, whether noting the comedy of a fellow refugee’s turn of phrase or the torture enacted on his prisoners by a sadistic colonel, Teffi paints a portrait of a unique historical moment that also resonates with contemporary horrors.” —Lucy Scholes, BBC

Grand Hotel by Vicki Baum, translation by Basil Creighton, translated from the German by Margot Bettauer Dembo

“Through the revolving doors of Grand Hotel pass multifarious stray souls: some resigned to their drab fates, others searching eagerly for life—all persuaded that it has somehow passed them by. We meet them as they come under the practiced eye of the staff, expert in Weimar Berlin’s taxonomies of class. Like George Grosz, Vicki Baum renders human foibles at their most pathetic, despicable, and comical, then turns her characters inside out, until we recognize our own hopes and fears refracted in them.” —Holly Brubach

[bisexual-books]

Congratulations to all the bisexual nominees in the 29th annual Lambda Literary Awards!!

Bisexual Fiction

Beautiful Gravity, Martin Hyatt, Antibookclub

Marrow Island, Alexis M. Smith, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Mouth to Mouth, Abigail Child, EOAGH

When Watched, Leopoldine Core, Penguin Books

Bisexual Nonfiction

Black Dove: Mamá, Mi’jo, and Me, Ana Castillo, The Feminist Press

The Body’s Alphabet, Ann Tweedy, Headmistress Press

I Have Devoted My Life to the Clitoris, Elizabeth Hall, Tarpaulin Sky Press

Women in Relationships With Bisexual Men: Bi Men By Women, Maria Pallotta-Chiarolli and Sara Lubowitz, Lexington Books

Also congratulations to the bisexual authors with works nominated in other categories, including:

Outspoken: A Decade of Transgender Activism and Trans Feminism, Julia Serano, Switch Hitter Press

even this page is white, Vivek Shraya, Arsenal Pulp Press

Homo Superiors by L. A. Fields, Lethe Press

ALPHABET: The LGBTQAIU Creators from Prism Comics, Jon Macy and Tara Madison Avery, Editors, Stacked Deck Press

Not Your Sidekick, C.B. Lee, Duet

Roped In, Marie Sexton and L.A. Witt, Riptide Publishing