Category Archives: Curl My Toes (who said that?)
Olga Broumas on roses
How do you feel about thorns? “She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.” // Olga Broumas That’s all for today. mjanecolette STAY IN TOUCH TellMe@mjanecolette.com INSTAGRAM * Twitter * GOODREADS * Facebook * LOVE LETTERS mjanecolette.com 💕 GET A
Olga Broumas on roses
How do you feel about thorns? “She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.” // Olga Broumas That’s all for today. mjanecolette STAY IN TOUCH TellMe@mjanecolette.com INSTAGRAM * Twitter * GOODREADS * Facebook * LOVE LETTERS mjanecolette.com 💕 GET A
HOT READ: Transcending Fire by Casey Moss #newrelease #excerpt
I have a new-to-me author I want to introduce you to today–Casey Moss. Casey (I’m stealing shamelessly from her bio; here, I’ll just put quotation marks around it, and so it won’t be plagiarism) “delves into the darker aspects of life
HOT READ: Transcending Fire by Casey Moss #newrelease #excerpt
I have a new-to-me author I want to introduce you to today–Casey Moss. Casey (I’m stealing shamelessly from her bio; here, I’ll just put quotation marks around it, and so it won’t be plagiarism) “delves into the darker aspects of life
SMOLDERING READ: Symphony Amore #bookreview #erotica #musiclovers
I “found” author Jordan Monroe (“erotica author, nasty woman, and owner of sexy librarian glasses”) on the cyber-ocean late this summer and there are so many amazing things about her I’d like to tell you—but I think the first and
SMOLDERING READ: Symphony Amore #bookreview #erotica #musiclovers
I “found” author Jordan Monroe (“erotica author, nasty woman, and owner of sexy librarian glasses”) on the cyber-ocean late this summer and there are so many amazing things about her I’d like to tell you—but I think the first and
Curl my toes, Sarah Waters! #amreading The Paying Guests
Yes, three years after it’s release. Don’t judge me: I’ve been busy. OMFG. Toes curled, tongue taut, fingers trembling, and other more personal parts of me also fully engaged. Sarah. Goddess. Idol. Mentor. I touch my head to your feet,
Curl my toes, Sarah Waters! #amreading The Paying Guests
Yes, three years after it’s release. Don’t judge me: I’ve been busy. OMFG. Toes curled, tongue taut, fingers trembling, and other more personal parts of me also fully engaged. Sarah. Goddess. Idol. Mentor. I touch my head to your feet,
The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi
This was a present to me on my birthday from someone I love, and now I am thrilled to share it with you… The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi They say death of a swan, this beautiful
The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi
This was a present to me on my birthday from someone I love, and now I am thrilled to share it with you… The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi They say death of a swan, this beautiful
My love has sent no letter
I am heart-sick, because… My love has sent no letter for a long time now…I´ve heard no salutations from him, no inquiries, not one word… I´ve written him a hundred times, But that hard’riding King Has sent no emissary back,
My love has sent no letter
I am heart-sick, because… My love has sent no letter for a long time now…I´ve heard no salutations from him, no inquiries, not one word… I´ve written him a hundred times, But that hard’riding King Has sent no emissary back,
Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair
Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Rabindranath Tagore on what #memoir really is
“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or
Rabindranath Tagore on what #memoir really is
“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or
Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda
porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,
Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda
porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,
I’d like to introduce you to Forough Farrokhzad
I’ve “met” a new Iranian poet. Her name is Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967). Listen: Find out more about here: Forough Farrokhzad & yes, she’s available in translation. I’m reading this one: Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. Favourite part from
I’d like to introduce you to Forough Farrokhzad
I’ve “met” a new Iranian poet. Her name is Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967). Listen: Find out more about here: Forough Farrokhzad & yes, she’s available in translation. I’m reading this one: Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. Favourite part from
Simone Weil on how to make use of pain and suffering
The way to make use of physical pain. When suffering no matter what degree of pain, when almost the entire soul is inwardly crying “Make it stop, I can bear no more,” a part of the soul, even though
Simone Weil on how to make use of pain and suffering
The way to make use of physical pain. When suffering no matter what degree of pain, when almost the entire soul is inwardly crying “Make it stop, I can bear no more,” a part of the soul, even though
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon
Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,
Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”
This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job: Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet… Let me cry, like the clouds in spring, since even rocks cry on the night of separation Anyone who has sipped
Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”
This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job: Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet… Let me cry, like the clouds in spring, since even rocks cry on the night of separation Anyone who has sipped
Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for
Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski
This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for
Thomas Wolfe on life, life, life
At the moment, these lines really speak to me, because… “…God is not always in his Heaven, all is not always right with the world. It is not all bad, but it is not all good, it is not all ugly, but
Thomas Wolfe on life, life, life
At the moment, these lines really speak to me, because… “…God is not always in his Heaven, all is not always right with the world. It is not all bad, but it is not all good, it is not all ugly, but
Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,
Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,
Expulsion from Paradise: riffing off Hamid Mosaddegh
You: Translating poetry is a sin, an unforgivable violation of the original poet’s soul, intent, creation. Me: I know. I’m sorry. But let’s sin a little, ok? Listen… * * * You laughed at me and didn’t know with
Expulsion from Paradise: riffing off Hamid Mosaddegh
You: Translating poetry is a sin, an unforgivable violation of the original poet’s soul, intent, creation. Me: I know. I’m sorry. But let’s sin a little, ok? Listen… * * * You laughed at me and didn’t know with
Erica Jong on the writer’s “fuck you” impulse
There is in writing—or any creative work—a kind of fuck-you impulse. Part of the energy comes from sheer rebelliousness. I’ll show you! a writer says. I am not who you think I am. Erica Jong Seducing the Demon You: Hey,
Erica Jong on the writer’s “fuck you” impulse
There is in writing—or any creative work—a kind of fuck-you impulse. Part of the energy comes from sheer rebelliousness. I’ll show you! a writer says. I am not who you think I am. Erica Jong Seducing the Demon You: Hey,
Steve Jobs on being naked… and dead
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—those things just fall away
Steve Jobs on being naked… and dead
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—those things just fall away
Talking To My Body / Anna Swir
TALKING TO MY BODY / Anna Swir My body, you are an animal whose appropriate behavior is concentration and discipline. An effort of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi. Well trained, you may become for me a
Talking To My Body / Anna Swir
TALKING TO MY BODY / Anna Swir My body, you are an animal whose appropriate behavior is concentration and discipline. An effort of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi. Well trained, you may become for me a
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