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the internet is terrifying
sigh. i wish i was a marine biologist
Pretty strong memory of being at work and freaking out when Joanna Newsom’s “Good Intentions Paving Company” hit the internet. Like a lot of people my age, I miss midnight sales, big release days for records, all that, but we do get this feeling where we collectively experience a new song online and it’s like wow. That’s what I remember about this one when it hit. The last bit completely took my breath away:
And I do hate to fold
Right here at the top of my game
When I’ve been trying with my whole heart and soul
To stay right here in the right lane
But it can make you feel over and old
Lord, you know it’s a shame
When I only want for you to pull over and hold me
‘Til I can’t remember my own name
Was thinking about those rare moments when you do sort of forget who you are, and it’s actually a moment of bliss. Once in a while it happens, like in the moment after I wake up, or when having an experience where I’m so focused on the present and my surroundings that my ego sort of disappears for maybe two seconds. Her former boyfriend Bill Callahan’s “Held” hinted at this same feeling.
Shhhh but I might be writing about Joanna Newsom for a certain blog for a week starting on June 3rd.
if life isn’t some kind of divine miracle its the luckiest natural accident ever or i guess some kind of strange inevitable byproduct of infinity
(and/ or the matrix)
……………despite everything horrific that happens every day i still think the human experience is better than there never being any experience of anything
Little baby Laura Marling! This album has always hit me square in the cryzone but now it’s like rifling through baby photos. How is it possible for someone to start out so good and still keep getting better and better and better?
The difference between “Ghosts” and “Master Hunter” is… well, I’d call the word “chilling.” From a character perspective, let alone music.
When was super depressed, I wasn’t working—I was always too depressed. Hemingway did his best work when he didn’t drink, then he drank himself to death and blew his head off with a shotgun. Someone asked John Cheever, “What’d you learn from Hemingway?” and he said “I learned not to blow my head off with a shotgun.” I remember going to the Michigan poetry festival, meeting Etheridge Knight there and Robert Creeley. Creeley was so drunk—he was reading and he only had one eye, of course, and had to hold his book like two inches from his face using his one good eye. But you look at somebody like George Saunders—I think he’s the best short story writer in English alive—that’s somebody who tries very hard to live a sane, alert life.
You’re present when you’re not drinking a fifth of Jack Daniel’s every day. It’s probably better for your writing career, you know? I think being tortured as a virtue is a kind of antiquated sense of what it is to be an artist.
In an interview with The Fix, Mary Karr debunks the toxic mythology that it is necessary to be damaged in order to be creative. My own vehement defiance to that mythology is what led me to choose Ray Bradbury – the ultimate epitome of creating from joy rather than suffering – as the subject of my contribution to The New York Times’ The Lives They Lived.
Pair with Karr on why writers write.
This is interesting and I want to read the rest of this. I think it’s definitely a good idea in general to try your best to not be self-destructive and no one wants to deal with mental illness, but there is also evidence that depression correlates with creativity, as do a lot of other mental illnesses. And I’m not sure that framing depression/mental illness/alcoholism as a choice is that useful.
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