Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Sunday, February 15, 2009


TypeBound is the name of an exhibit curated by Craig Saper at the University of Central Florida. It consists of books as sculpture from Florida collections, and a number of typewriter poems borrowed from the great concrete & visual poetry collection of Marvin and Ruth Sackner (of Miami). "Two of the book’s most fundamental elements—-its bindings and its type—-are separated and examined for creative possibilities as they are freed of their basic, traditional functions.":via al filreis

Listen to a 5-minute podcast interview with Craig Saper, originally recorded at WUCF-FM or Orlando.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Palace of the winds

"It is important to die in holy places. This was one of the secrets of the desert."

"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we may have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography- to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk on the earth and see no maps."

I carried Katherine Clifton into the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.

The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje

Monday, February 2, 2009

"bird by bird"

“I can’t think of any activity that more fully captures what it means to be human in the modern world than watching birds.”
The Life of the Skies by Jonathan Rosen

The title of Anne Lamott's book, "bird by bird, Some Instructions on Writing and Life", was taken from a discussion between the author’s father and her ten year old brother. Her brother was struggling with a school report on birds that he had been given three months to write. As he sat at the table surrounded by books and papers, overwhelmed by the project that he hadn’t even begun, he asked his father’s advice. Putting his arm around his son, Anne’s father said, “Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.”
more Anne Lamott