Some recent Emily Witticisms that I’ve appreciated:
(via The Cut)
(via John’s Music Blog)
(via LARB Radio Hour)
(via NYT)
Went to the September NY Writer’s Circle meetup and it was so vibey and I met the nicest people.
Live fast and buy day-of tickets to an outdoor Khruangbin concert in Forest Hills on the most beautiful Friday night in recorded history!
“Creation is what God does. Or what the universe does. Or whatever that is holy does. And when we participate in that, we are godlike and that how we transcend our humanity…It could just be creating a beautiful life that inspires other people.” — Anne Kadet
Sappho 31
“Sappho perceives desire by identifying it as a three-part structure. We may, in the traditional terminology of erotic theorizing, refer to this structure as a love triangle and we may be tempted, with post-Romantic asperity, to dismiss it as a ruse. But the ruse of the triangle is not a trivial mental maneuver. We see in it the radical constitution of desire. For, where eros is lack, its activation calls for three structural components—lover, beloved and that which comes between them. They are three points of transformation on a circuit of possible relationship, electrified by desire so that they touch not touching. Conjoined they are held apart. The third component plays a paradoxical role for it both connects and separates, marking that two are not one, irradiating the absence whose presence is demanded by eros. When the circuit-points connect, perception leaps. And something becomes visible, on the triangular path where volts are moving, that would not be visible without the three-part structure. The difference between what is and what could be is visible. The ideal is projected on a screen of the actual, in a kind of stereoscopy. The man sits like a god, the poet almost dies: two poles of response within the same desiring mind. Triangulation makes both present at once by a shift of distance, replacing erotic action with a ruse of heart and language. For in this dance the people do not move. Desire moves. Eros is a verb.” — Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet
via “The Inscrutable Brilliance of Anne Carson,” NYT
Approaching our port of call on my last night in CT.
Sighted on September 1.
A Hookup App for the Emotionally Mature via The New Yorker
Monday at the movies
Glad I read this book in just the right mood. These days, I don’t have so much of a TBR list as an ethereal meandering into the next read that clicks into place when it should. I saw this book in a Hudson News in February then again on the Steinway library shelf two weeks ago. Good timing.