September Live in Japan

I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.
Annie Dillard (via zenhumanism)

unofficiallyasheville:

If you missed the Big Crafty this past weekend, you now have another opportunity to get some great local gifts for the holidays! The Mothlight will host Mr. Fred’s Fair on Tuesday, December 17th focusing on affordable fine art. And the bar will be open so you can get a healthy dose of holiday cheer.

Here are some of the talented folks that will have booths:

Sarah Cavalieri, Gus Cutty, Hannah Dansie, Christine Dougherty, Drew Findley of Subject Matter Studios, Andy Herod, Jason Krekel, Suzie Millions, Joshua Spiceland, Victor Palamino, Priya Ray, Nathanael Roney, Gabriel Shaffer, Dennis Smith, Johnny Tabletop, and the works of Open Hearts Art Center.

There are also hosting some great shows this month including Reigning Sound, Floating Action, VA/MD (J Seeger/Emily Easterly), and Lost in the Trees.

Will be neat!

poetrysince1912:

—Ha Jin, Poetry, July 2000

Find more Poems that Say Thank You at poetryfoundation.org.

I relate to this. I haven’t been writing songs lately. I’m too happy.

"While she’s so busy being free…"
I love this song, so otherworldly.

Don’t romanticise your ‘vocation’. You can either write good sentences or you can’t. There is no ‘writer’s lifestyle’. All that matters is what you leave on the page.

I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it:

Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

God bless you all!

Kurt Vonnegut writes back to Ms. Lockwood’s students at Xavier High School in NYC, 2006 (via kateoplis)

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wolverxne:

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