tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23184579813588303012011-10-06T14:43:18.052-07:00Descensus Averno facilis estMoira Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16359269126391962352noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2318457981358830301.post-4695996392875907342011-04-29T09:03:00.000-07:002011-04-29T09:04:24.317-07:00

This blog is on hiatus til I figure out what I want to do with it. (Sentimentally, I don't want to leave Blogspot, since I had my first blog here back in 00!....altho apparently it's lower than Wordpress.)

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'The Cramps, punks, Californian mental patients. The concert of a nembutol delirium. The lines blur, everyone dances.'

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Alan Rickman reading Spenser? SWOON.What though the sea with waues continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all: Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought, For whatsoeuer from one place doth fall, Is with the tide vnto an other brought:For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.-- The Faerie QueeneNow I also have: mp3s of Alan Rickman acting in radio plays of The Seagull

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It was bright and sunny. A fine rain had been falling all the morning, and now it had not long cleared up. The iron roofs, the flags of the roads, the flints of the pavements, the wheels and leather, the brass and the tinplate of the carriages--all glistened brightly in the May sunshine. It was three o'clock, and the very liveliest time in the streets.As she sat in a corner of the comfortable

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I would seriously. seriously. seriously. kill to see this. It's my favourite book ever (well, along with Out of Africa and Great Expectations and Jane Eyre and Augustine's Confessions and 1984 and Tender is the Night and Villette and Voyage in the Dark, but you get the idea). A Novel ‘Gatsby’: Stamina RequiredBy BEN BRANTLEYCAMBRIDGE, Mass. — What happens between a novel and a consenting reader

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Photograph from Red Shoes ventoux post. By popular demand, “The Red Shoes” is returning for another run at Film Forum, beginning February 19th. New York has always been kind to the movie, which, to the dismay of its creators, Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, faltered and flopped when it opened on British screens in 1948. Salvation arrived in the form of the Bijou Theatre, at Broadway and

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Our reading/discussion schedule will be:Day to begin discussion1/06/2010 Part One 1-34 134pp. 1/25/20101/13/2010 Part Two 1-35 141 pp. 1/26/20101/20/2010 Part Three 1-32 136 pp. 1/28/20101/27/2010 Part Four 1-23 94 pp. 1/29/2010--------------------------2/03/2010 Part Five 1-33 130 pp. 2/06/20102/10/2010 Part Six 1-32 134 pp. 2/07/20102/17/2010 Part Seven 1-31 112 pp. 2/08/20102/24/2010 Part

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While we were buying a new toilet plunger at the big QFC down on Broadway (the things you tell the internet) I scoped out the book table, because I scope out book displays everywhere I go -- QFC, airport, drugstore, it doesn't matter. Walked out with a copy of Elizabeth Gilbert's Committed (I KNOW, MISTAKE, I KNOW) but more to the point, saw a stack of Middlemarch in among the "books" by Ann

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"Enigmas," Pablo NerudaYou've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet?I reply, the ocean knows this.You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent bell? What is it waiting for?I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.You question me about the

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Wow, apparently Lutz Widmaier, of the New York Times, read this bit of immortal dreck:The photo on the cover of “The Talented Miss Highsmith” depicts the young, sultry author of “Strangers on a Train” holding one of her pet cats. There’s no question which is the more spookily feline-looking creature.AHAHAHA.(It's based on a photograph by F. J. Goodman. She doesn't look that feline and

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I just love this book so, so much. How much? and Why? Listen and I will tell you: Then he went through into the kitchen, where Caroline was rolling out pastry on a cool, rose-veined marble slab.She was singing to herself, withdrawn. When alone she had a private life in which she sang Mozart at Glyndebourne; each morning, over the cooking or the dishes, she would re-enact her triumph, from

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Music is my boyfriend, music is what keeps me going, and I miss writing about it, so lucky intratubez, here you go.God bless the man who stumblesGod bless the man who fallsGod bless the man who yields to temptationGod bless the woman who suffersGod bless the woman who weepsGod bless the children trying her patienceTrouble getting over itIs what you're in for, so pour yourself another'Cause it'll

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