#sheila heti

[asoftepiloguemylove]

on humanity and love

Chen Chen Elegy / Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir / Sheila Heti Pure Colour / unknown (via @morepeachyogurt) / Ocean Vuong Night Sky with Exit Wounds / As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) dir. Jonas Mekas / Berlot Brecht Motto / Fleabag (2016-2019); Episode #2.3 dir. Harry Bradbeer / Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert / pinterest / Louise Glück Vita Nova

[llovelymoonn]

sheila heti pure colour

kofi

[dk-thrive]

"How much I enjoy pleasure. How much pleasure there is in just sitting around, writing, eating and reading. How nice it is to contemplate new things for a change, and how good it would be to do that every day, just as last night we contemplated the stars, another day it could be a tree; how many experiences are available to us in the nearest vicinity that we do not grasp hold of, let alone all those experiences at a further distance."

— Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, February 6, 2024)

[smokefalls]

Yes, people with ugly faces can lead beautiful lives, and people with beautiful faces can lead ugly ones, and a beautiful face can draw you right down deep into the world’s greatest ugliness. But in the next draft of existence, they will not understand this; how one person’s beautiful face could pull another deep into their greatest sorrow.

Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

[lazyydaisyyy]

It is hard not to project into the future, but if you do, you see a mirage, then the mirage becomes something you move towards or away from, and then you are living like a parched person hallucinating, stumbling through the desert.

Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries

[whoismims]

2023 was the year I was able to rediscover my love of reading after a difficult time, particularly at the height of the pandemic. Here are some of my favorite books that I read.

[polithicc]

currently reading

[wellconstructedsentences]

Ask only whether you are living your values, not whether the boxes are ticked.

Motherhood by Sheila Heti

[wttnblog]

10 February 2024 Book Releases

It’s nearly the shortest month of the year, but that isn’t stopping authors from publishing their exciting new work! Below is a list of the 10 books I’m most excited for that are debuting in February 2024, the month of love. Many of these are memoirs, nonfiction pieces, and short stories, which is a bit off brand from my usual recommendations, but I’m sure you’ll find these delightful…

[hoyatype]

I had always heard about my grandfather George that he had a greatness of spirit, that he was a charming, fun, witty, cultured man, a great athlete, a loving father and man. I also understood that he never became the painter he wanted to be, and this understanding of him has always haunted me; the grandfather who did not or could not put all of himself into his art as he longed to do. From an early age, an understanding of the sort of single-mindedness and great luck involved in being an artist, and how unlikely it is to become one, was with me like a warning. I began to see that it took all of one’s forces constantly driven in one direction, and the will of the world, and the happiest of circumstances, all working together, to enable one to make a life in art.

sheila heti, 'a common seagull', in the yale review, 2020

[holyfigtree]

[bookcoversonly]

Title: Motherhood | Author: Sheila Heti | Publisher: Picador (2019)

[llovelymoonn]

j. estanislao lopez intelligent design \\ sheila heti pure colour

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[dk-thrive]

Then today I was thinking about how I don’t need to justify everything, and that this is the cause of so much of my misery, this constant monologue in my head, as though I have to account for the way I am, my every action, my entire existence.

— Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, February 6, 2024)

[smokefalls]

She threw her heart out. She threw out her brain, her arms, her hair, her feet; she threw all of herself into the water, hoping the lake would catch her, save her, hold her, and return her refreshed to the shore. It did not.

Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

[lazyydaisyyy]

Let all the fragments of life die away. Let everything inessential die. Let life happen as it did back then, when you weren't so afraid, so intent on preserving, so afraid of everything crumbling to the ground.

Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries