Category Archives: Curl My Toes (who said that?)
On Crying…
(Yes, it’s ironic. Or is it?) ORDERS: Cry. I’m talking to YOU, love. All weekend. CRY.
Gertrude Stein’s advice to Hemingway on writing about sex
“It’s good,” [Gertrude Stein] said. “That’s not the question at all. But it is inaccrochable. That means it is like a picture that a painter paints and then he cannot hang it when he has a show and nobody will buy it
Gertrude Stein’s advice to Hemingway on writing about sex
“It’s good,” [Gertrude Stein] said. “That’s not the question at all. But it is inaccrochable. That means it is like a picture that a painter paints and then he cannot hang it when he has a show and nobody will buy it
Susan Sontag on sex and writing
“If only I could feel about sex as I do about writing! That I’m the vehicle, the medium, the instrument of some force beyond myself.” –Susan Sontag More on Sontag and sex, here, at BrainPickings: Susan Sontag on Sex. ORDERS: Writers,
Susan Sontag on sex and writing
“If only I could feel about sex as I do about writing! That I’m the vehicle, the medium, the instrument of some force beyond myself.” –Susan Sontag More on Sontag and sex, here, at BrainPickings: Susan Sontag on Sex. ORDERS: Writers,
“Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer…”
“Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer or sculptor or geneticist if at the same time she manages to be a good wife, good mother, good looking, good tempered, well groomed and unaggressive.” – Leslie McIntyre MYSTERY: Who
“Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer…”
“Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer or sculptor or geneticist if at the same time she manages to be a good wife, good mother, good looking, good tempered, well groomed and unaggressive.” – Leslie McIntyre MYSTERY: Who
Philip Larkin on wanking at ten past three
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he’s taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, The drink gone dead, without showing how To meet tomorrow, and afterwards, And the usual pain, like dysentery. Someone else
Philip Larkin on wanking at ten past three
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he’s taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, The drink gone dead, without showing how To meet tomorrow, and afterwards, And the usual pain, like dysentery. Someone else
Philip Larkin on talking in bed
Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
Philip Larkin on talking in bed
Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the wind’s incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky,
Muriel Rukeyser on stories
SAY IT. SAY IT. The Universe is made of STORIES, not atoms. Muriel Rukeyser ORDERS: Tell someone a story. Start like this: Have I ever told you… No, better yet: “Lover-of-mine, I’ve been meaning to tell you…” Make it a
Muriel Rukeyser on stories
SAY IT. SAY IT. The Universe is made of STORIES, not atoms. Muriel Rukeyser ORDERS: Tell someone a story. Start like this: Have I ever told you… No, better yet: “Lover-of-mine, I’ve been meaning to tell you…” Make it a
Hemingway on creativity (productivity?) and sex
“Eased off on the book…in May because Dr. said I worked too hard in April, and May fine month to fish and make love to Miss Mary. I have to ease off on makeing love when writing hard as the
Hemingway on creativity (productivity?) and sex
“Eased off on the book…in May because Dr. said I worked too hard in April, and May fine month to fish and make love to Miss Mary. I have to ease off on makeing love when writing hard as the
Alain de Botton on how sex will never be simple or nice
Despite our best efforts to clean it of its peculiarities, sex will never be either simple or nice in the ways we might like it to be. It is not fundamentally democratic or kind; it is bound up with cruelty,
Alain de Botton on how sex will never be simple or nice
Despite our best efforts to clean it of its peculiarities, sex will never be either simple or nice in the ways we might like it to be. It is not fundamentally democratic or kind; it is bound up with cruelty,
“Art is the sex of the imagination.” Who said that?
“Art is the sex of the imagination.” George Jean Nathan ORDERS: This weekend, you’re hunting for sex of the imagination: for art—music, pictures, photographs (not that kind—porn’s easy, go deeper), words. THE BOOK: Coming from Mischief, the erotica imprint of Harper
“Art is the sex of the imagination.” Who said that?
“Art is the sex of the imagination.” George Jean Nathan ORDERS: This weekend, you’re hunting for sex of the imagination: for art—music, pictures, photographs (not that kind—porn’s easy, go deeper), words. THE BOOK: Coming from Mischief, the erotica imprint of Harper
Karley Sciortino: Why we like having sex with artists
Because… “Being immortalized in an artwork is the ultimate love letter.” … “There’s just something sexy and fascinating about someone whose daily routine deals with the sublime, and who aims to create something out of this world. It’s like wanting
Karley Sciortino: Why we like having sex with artists
Because… “Being immortalized in an artwork is the ultimate love letter.” … “There’s just something sexy and fascinating about someone whose daily routine deals with the sublime, and who aims to create something out of this world. It’s like wanting
Charles Bukowski: So You Want To Be A Writer
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit
Charles Bukowski: So You Want To Be A Writer
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit
Ian Sansom on hair
“Her long her was dyed black, but still somehow streaked with grey, and piled on top of her head like an old, erect beaver’s tail, possibly stuffed, or fixed with some type of glue mount.” Ian Sansom, The Case of
Ian Sansom on hair
“Her long her was dyed black, but still somehow streaked with grey, and piled on top of her head like an old, erect beaver’s tail, possibly stuffed, or fixed with some type of glue mount.” Ian Sansom, The Case of
Ian Sansom on books
A book is basically a dead tree. – Ian Sansom, The Bad Book Affair And this is why so many writers drink…
Ian Sansom on books
A book is basically a dead tree. – Ian Sansom, The Bad Book Affair And this is why so many writers drink…
Ngaio Marsh on mystery
“I prefer to listen to voices in the upper air nor lose my faith in simple mysteries. I prefer to… not let the conceit of intellect hinder me from worshipping mystery.” Ngaio Marsh, via the the wonderfully quote-riddled and rambling
Ngaio Marsh on mystery
“I prefer to listen to voices in the upper air nor lose my faith in simple mysteries. I prefer to… not let the conceit of intellect hinder me from worshipping mystery.” Ngaio Marsh, via the the wonderfully quote-riddled and rambling
Ian Sansom on children
“Children are bad enough–children are rude, selfish, greedy and unthinking individuals who are unable to distinguish between their own selfish needs and wants and the needs and wants of others. And adults are children with alcohol, money and power.” Ian
Ian Sansom on children
“Children are bad enough–children are rude, selfish, greedy and unthinking individuals who are unable to distinguish between their own selfish needs and wants and the needs and wants of others. And adults are children with alcohol, money and power.” Ian
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