“Sarah smiled and said, ‘No Scott. I’m not cold. It’s something else. I’m in pain. I’m in horrible pain.’ SO SARAH WAS IN PAIN. Aren’t we all? And so I held her hand and sang No Woman No Cry. And she smiled. ‘O god no. Not fucking reggae.’”—Recommended Reading: new Scott McClanahan. We repeat: new Scott McClanahan. (via millionsmillions)
yesterday a man locked himself in the cleaning supplies room while trying to understand relativity if you could look into the moon from a smaller distance it would be a mirror made of rocks and stories from childhood last week the news said the big dipper trapped a commercial airplane and is holding the passengers hostages in exchange for graphs of time a thirty-second segment about cereal recalls followed
Now that she’s proved can anchor a multibillion-dollar movie franchise, Kristen Stewart—actress, poet, seasoned road-tripper, and the valley’s coolest rebel—is more than ready to take some serious chances.
Holy shit, one of the Short Flight, Long Drive authors wrote this article. (Also, I need to love eighty pounds. And develop my vacuous stare.)
LOVE that this was tumbl’d as “one of the Short Flight, Long Drive authors wrote this article”!!
“The main thing wrong with the world is that each person has to continue to be herself long long long long long long long long after it’s become completely unbearable.”—from Even Though I Don’t Miss You by Chelsea Martin (via tracydimond)
“The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste. How many tunes did anyone need? One more. The next new one.”—Richard Powers, Orfeo (via aaronburch)
“The same moment a girl I thought I loved forwarded me
a Powerpoint presentation entitled “Former Portland Trail Blazers
And Their Nicknames in High School.” Hmmm, okay.
Darius Miles: Free Hat. Zach Randolph: The Sixth Sense.
Clyde Drexler: Clyde The Wyde. It turns out he had a weight issue.
It turns out Skip To My Lou was really his porn name. And I saw
there everything he’d ever made. And of course, Kobe Bryant
hates women. It says so on a billboard in Biloxi as my dad drives
me to Mexico to live with my new family. I’ve been traded, he says.”—From “Hoop Dreams" by Tyler Gobble (via millionsmillions)
If you asked (you wouldn’t, but if you did) what the perfect book was, I’d be hard-pressed not to answer with: Fast Machine.
For starters, the book is beautifully designed, and despite its length of nearly 400 pages, is small enough to fit inside a purse or coat pocket (which doesn’t mean you should steal it; the book won’t cost you much, anyway).
Secondly, the stories therein (like, 100 of them!) are funny, honest, brave, sad, poignant; compact and durable; a pleasure to the eyes and to the mind and to the heart—they have wonderful openings (“I was eight months pregnant with a black eye. More importantly, I was late for work and my shirt still wasn’t ironed. I didn’t have time for any of Jenny’s shit.”), quirky titles (“Samuel L. Jackson Is Not a Good Name for a Rabbit”), juicy middle portions (“I had a bad habit of making my life about the people who were no longer in it.”), and closing lines (“She will remain alert and focused, knowing she is moving toward something again, rather than away.”) which, like any literature worth a damn, leave you winded, lifted.
Basically, Elizabeth Ellen’s Fast Machine is a warm friend you’ll need while navigating the soul’s many cold spots; a contemporary classic; most crucial, indeed.
still sick in bed but now watching the music videos jordan writes about in this essay. idk why but i really like the paramore one. unexpectedly. i also like watching them while imagining jordan and JR watching them in rehab. feel a little bit like i’m in rehab. not really. idk.
mira’s second column is up today on hobart, despite this warning:
“Actually, come to think of it, I wouldn’t recommend most of the things I just listed. I honestly can’t imagine what aspect of the way I present myself in person or on the internet has lead anybody to believe that I have healthy coping mechanisms, or that taking advice from me is a good idea.”
In 2006 Miller met Aaron Burch and Elizabeth Ellen, the publishers of Short Flight/Long Drive Books, on Zoetrope, an online literary magazine and writer’s community. The two began SF/LD Books as an extension of Hobart, their popular literary magazine, and they regularly communicated with Miller via Zoetrope and other online journals, such as elimae and SmokeLong Quarterly, commenting on each other’s work and developing a professional friendship. After two years, Ellen asked Miller if she wanted to write a short story collection for SF/LD, which, at that point, had published only a single title—a memoir by Michelle Orange. “I didn’t think I had enough material for a collection, but I went through everything I’d written and started putting together a manuscript,” Miller said. “I ended up with 175 pages; they accepted it shortly thereafter. There was no question of whether I’d go with them or someone else. I hadn’t been shopping around a manuscript at all, and knew very little about the business.”
Story is boss. Story comes first and technique serves story. More than anything, I want to thrill my reader. I’ll do it in as artful manner possible, but my ultimate goal is simple, pure: get your heart slamming, wiggle you to edge of your seat, make you forget about this world and get caught up in another I built out of ink and paper.
“It’s definitely about the rhythm of the words and how they sound together, writing one sentence and then another and another and cutting something immediately if it doesn’t feel true. I come from a family of musicians and—while I have no musical abilities of my own—I think I inherited a good ear. It’s also obsessiveness. I’ll spend a lot of time working on a single sentence, debating over a dash or a colon, etc. I want things to be perfect. I know nothing will ever be as perfect as I want it, and this is very sad, but sometimes I can get close.”—
“A story works when there’s momentum, life behind the words. Some stories have this and others don’t, and it’s difficult to say why this is. If all stories “worked,” though, writing wouldn’t be much of a challenge; it wouldn’t be art.
There are many stories I’ve wanted to write that I’m simply not able to—sometimes I haven’t found the way in yet, and it doesn’t matter how hard I try. Sometimes the way comes later, when I’m not working or thinking about it at all.”—The Rumpus Interview with Mary Miller
Just buy this book… I’ve just finished this book and I can’t understand how it’s not the only thing on everyone’s tongue in every conversation. If you have any liking of magical realism, or a voice that charms you with turns of drama and humor, get this. It’s worth every cent for the story, plus: it’s what you’d call a handsome edition. Gold embossed leather cover, gold pages like a bible, bookmark—it fits in your pocket, which is great cuz you’ll wanna take it everywhere.
The characters and situations are so dynamic, the world is entrancing, and everyone has just a little more depth than you were first expecting.
Buy it. And then when you finish, come back and buy a second copy to lend out to everyone you know. that’s what I did.
“I try not to think too much when I’m writing. I try my best to listen. To feel my way through the heft of a single word, through its shape, the sound it makes, even the spaces between words. I try to hear and then try to speak to what I think I hear and to see what I wouldn’t otherwise see and say. I think that’s what goes on when I write but I can’t be certain.”—Peter Markus (via mttbll)