I love books. I cherish them. I love the way they look on my shelves and the way the paper feels under my fingertips.
But this artist has found a new way to love them. German creator Dorisse can turn ordinary paper products into beautiful jewelry and, my favorite, book sculptures!
I will never give up reading the real thing, but I also love the idea of immortalizing my favorites as works of art--more than they already are, that is.
What do you think? Reverent to the work or destroying it?
Today in Literary History
Today in Literary History...December 14, 1907: Rudyard Kipling receives the Nobel prize for literature, the first English-language writer to do so.ud
Friday, March 23, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The power of books
From the site Common Dreams comes this "weapon" of mass destruction: the "way cool book tank created by Argentinean artist, Raul Lemesoff, with a 1979 Ford Falcon from the former military junta. Lemesoff tours from the streets of Buenos Aires to the countryside, offering his 900, donated, frequently-replenished books free as a "contribution to peace through literature."
I want to go to Buenos Aires!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
I Spy
I have the house to myself this weekend.
A few minutes ago the doorbell rang. I knew who it was: a neighbor-girl bringing change for a twenty, for a tchotchke I bought in support of some school program.
But I didn't answer.
Instead, I set down the book I was reading and lowered myself silently to the carpet. Then I inched along the floor on my stomach until I could see around the edge of the sofa. The girl's pink sweater fizzled across the patterned glass. Her dark hair bobbed as she rocked in place, waiting.
I held myself still. Frozen. Breath slowed to the dimmest of oxygen intake. I was a spy.
After all, why just write about the stuff? Why not actually live it every once and a while?
A few minutes ago the doorbell rang. I knew who it was: a neighbor-girl bringing change for a twenty, for a tchotchke I bought in support of some school program.
But I didn't answer.
Instead, I set down the book I was reading and lowered myself silently to the carpet. Then I inched along the floor on my stomach until I could see around the edge of the sofa. The girl's pink sweater fizzled across the patterned glass. Her dark hair bobbed as she rocked in place, waiting.
I held myself still. Frozen. Breath slowed to the dimmest of oxygen intake. I was a spy.
After all, why just write about the stuff? Why not actually live it every once and a while?
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Afraid
I think I am afraid to come here.
Like the mere act of opening Blogger impresses guilt upon me. A reminder that I'm not writing. A glimpse of a story unfinished.
So I avoid. It's still a link on my bookmarks bar--glaring at me every time I open Google Chrome.
Someday I will just delete it. Then the guilt will bury itself a level deeper.
And I will pretend to forget.
Like the mere act of opening Blogger impresses guilt upon me. A reminder that I'm not writing. A glimpse of a story unfinished.
So I avoid. It's still a link on my bookmarks bar--glaring at me every time I open Google Chrome.
Someday I will just delete it. Then the guilt will bury itself a level deeper.
And I will pretend to forget.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Anyone Can
Anyone can have a website. Anyone can creat a blog.
Just look at this guy: Brianstalin, Past Life Research (including some very UN-researched connections between JFK and Russian royals and Abraham Lincoln reincarnating as Leonard Nimoy).
And The Watcherflies, which explains the 13 Illuminati Satanic Bloodlines. Of course it does.
So don't believe everything you read. Don't use faulty resources.
Just look at this guy: Brianstalin, Past Life Research (including some very UN-researched connections between JFK and Russian royals and Abraham Lincoln reincarnating as Leonard Nimoy).
And The Watcherflies, which explains the 13 Illuminati Satanic Bloodlines. Of course it does.
So don't believe everything you read. Don't use faulty resources.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
What's in a word?
We think we know what we're writing. We think we know what we're reading. But what if the word we use really means something else?I am reading Robert K. Massie's Catherine the Great right now. First, let me tell you that it is masterfully written. The prose is interesting, the facts well-researched. He follows a chronological order in laying out the chapters, but throws unexpected and interesting facts in places that catch you off-guard and, at times, make you laugh. I highly recommend it.
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| Ivan (IV) the Terrible |
The English word terrible is usually used to translate the Russian word grozny in Ivan's nickname, but the modern English usage of terrible, with a pejorative connotation of bad or evil, does not precisely represent the intended meaning. The meaning of grozny is closer to the original usage of terrible—inspiring fear or terror, dangerous (as in Old English in one's danger), formidable or threatening. Other translations were suggested, such as Ivan the Fearsome or Ivan the Formidable.It's not a major difference. He's either 'terrible' because he did terrible things, or 'terrible' because he was feared for doing terrible, or at least oppressive, things. But still, it made me think.
Do you think about the words you write? The words you read? Do you ponder over their meaning and strain over picking the appropriate verbage? If not, should you?
(For those interested, I came across some very ornate 'dolls,' for lack of a better word, fashioned after historical figures. Here is the link for Catherine the Great's.)
Thursday, January 19, 2012
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