I did it.

http://agardenanorchard.blogspot.com/

Look.

The last time someone who wasn't me posted here it was August 2nd of 2008.
I tried to get an OFLM wordpress happening, but that didn't catch on either.
If no one else writes anything on here by February 2nd (six months by that point), I'm gonna go it alone. Starting fresh.
I do like picking out a color scheme.

Of course, everything I write will still be all about books because I'm all about books...

...having used them to fill the gaping voids in my life where most people have "experiences" and "relationships" ever since my desperately lonely only childhood (except for that imaginary friend!) and have trouble bonding over real things.

Hooray!

Does an imaginary friend count as social contact if it was a bear? I'm sure he was a thoroughly personified bear.

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http://doarcodavelha.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_1049.html

Apples to Apples, Dust to Dust

Dear John Updike,

I've been meaning to read those Rabbit books for a long time. I started one when I was a kid, but my dad said I was too young. (He's the one who told me, by the way. He said he's sad.) I read it later and there was a sex scene in which Harry's wife had an orgasm immediately after penetration which made me doubt your understanding of, uh, the female experience. I never finished it, but I don't think that's why. I did some report on you when I was fourteen and I remember you had an essay about women dancing I rather liked. The collection also included an interview you had with yourself and I recall that being funny. Oh, and that story about the convenience store near the beach that none of its customers visit? Excellent, although I'm sure it's cliche to say.

According to The New York Times's article on the subject (you), you said you wanted to give "the mundane its beautiful due."

I know just what you meant.

Farewell,
Lily

^ apples.
David Foster Wallace gave me more to work with, pun-wise.
I'm a horrible person.

"Deeply caring" for sheep, Jay-Z, public shaming and other seminar hilarities.

In seminar Corbin said "Wordsridge" or "Colsworth" or something. Anyway, he combined Coleridge and Wordsworth accidentally. So I wrote him a note that said "You should do a Grey Album thing where you mix Wordsworth and Coleridge... and Jay-Z." When I got my note back, Corbin had scrawled:

"If you're having girl problems/I feel bad for you son/I got 99 problems/The child is the father of the man."

I started to cry trying not to laugh out loud. That was the first of two times I tried not to cry in seminar that day. The second one was not as fun. Although, the second time, I could see Corbin mouthing "OH MY GOD I'M SORRY THAT IS SO MEAN" in my peripheral vision and it did make me feel better.

Thank goodness for Corbin!

Creepily,
Lily

January 28th Update (because two posts would seriously just be too stalkery):

"Allen Ginsberg was a boy fucker. There. I said it."
"Jack Kerouac just took a lot of Dramamine and thought he was a genius."
"If all the 1950s era American poets fought, who do you think would win? I say Elizabeth Bishop."

When I said, "1950s? Give me names." Corbin replied, "The Beats, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell and those poets you like." I thought "those poets I like" counted more as 1960s. But if not: Anne Sexton could totally take Elizabeth Bishop.

Note to self:

Don't bring up Rilke in a seminar that is not about Rilke. You will dreamily ramble about angels and terror and God when you "come to" only an awkward silence will be there to greet you.

A Good Man is Hard to Find

Esquire recently published a list of "75 Books Every Man Should Read."

Only one of the seventy-five was written by a woman.

P.S. Somebody else post something.



(I assume it's obvious which book it was.)