Happy Birthday, Charles Bukowski! (America’s filthiest, lowlife poet)
In high school I hid his books from my mom and the nuns. In college, it was the nuns and my English Lit professors. Though we may all be hanged or hangable, Bukowski was born with more than his fair...
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We said there warn’t no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up and smothery, but a raft don’t. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft. –Mark Twain, The...
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Because of the spirit, I say. Because of the heart. Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us...
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Autumn Day Rainer Maria Rilke Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields. Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more...
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by TAHA MUHAMMAD ALI You asked me once, on your way back from the midmorning trip to the spring: “What do you hate and who do you love?” And I answered, from behind the eyelashes of my surprise, my...
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And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey. –William Butler Yeats
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By Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird— equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled...
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What delight! What felicity! You give me fresh life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we do...
View ArticleCharles Baxter Discusses His Writing Process
Master writer Charles Baxter was on hand last night at SubText bookstore in Saint Paul to give sage advice and walk us through one of his stories in progress. He was born in Minneapolis, graduated from...
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