Lovely Linky Bits
Thoughtful reads and so forth.
The Third Self: Mary Oliver on Time, Concentration, the Artist’s Task, and the Central Commitment of the Creative Life
“But just as often, if not more often, the interruption comes not from another but from the self itself, or some other self within the self, that whistles and pounds upon the door panels and tosses itself, splashing, into the pond of meditation. And what does it have to say? That you must phone the dentist, that you are out of mustard, that your uncle Stanley’s birthday is two weeks hence. You react, of course. Then you return to your work, only to find that the imps of idea have fled back into the mist.”
I Used to Be a Human Being
“Things that usually escaped me began to intrigue me. On a meditative walk through the forest on my second day, I began to notice not just the quality of the autumnal light through the leaves but the splotchy multicolors of the newly fallen, the texture of the lichen on the bark, the way in which tree roots had come to entangle and overcome old stone walls. The immediate impulse — to grab my phone and photograph it — was foiled by an empty pocket. So I simply looked.”
Selling Out: An Artist’s Search for Money and Meaning
“This summer, I finished my first book. When the check from the publisher arrived, I ripped open the envelope, half expecting confetti. Instead I found a piece of paper with a number on it – not even enough to cover my rent. It wasn’t a surprise. After all, when I signed the contract I placed value on everything but money: The publisher was prestigious, I’d get experience in publishing, and it seemed like it would be fun. The check was exactly the amount I’d agreed to. So why was I so disappointed?”
Curiosities & Delights
Some things to be glad about.
Parisian storefronts and roads to nowhere.
Salvador Dalí’s cookbook.
Mark Zuckerberg’s book recommendations.
Thirty-six metaphors for translation.
200k free images from the New York Public Library.
Intriguing burial sites and headstones.
And who knows why, but women in trees.