A couple of days ago our fridge broke down and now our kitchen smells like an open grave. My in-laws got here today and tomorrow they’ll be helping us out for a new one, which takes care of the whole weekend as I hear they’ll be hooking it up themselves. I expect fire.
Meanwhile, I’m dividing my time among working on some private aspirations & surrendering to drowsiness & maxing out my Kindle cards & eating really boring flavorless shit like unspiced barley & lamb’s bone consommé.
Been a while since I’ve put together a short story reading list. Feels like a good Friday night for it.
Send in requests or suggestions, if you will. It would be a delight for me to look for free links to more literature to post for your reading pleasure.
Till then, here are a couple handfuls of free stuff to read if you’re looking for free stuff to read:
Italo Calvino - The Adventure of a Photographer
Ernest Hemingway - In Another Country
William Faulkner - Carcassonne
Don DeLillo - Midnight in Dostoevsky
Anton Chekhov - Ward No. 6
Rainer Maria Rilke - The Book of Hours (and more)
David Eagleman - Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
Herman Melville - The Bell-tower (and more)
Isaac Asimov - Nightfall
Flannery O’Connor - Everything that Rises Must Converge
Saul Bellow - A Silver Dish
Cormac McCarthy - The Sunset Limited
David Mitchell - Dénouement
Jorge Luis Borges - The Aleph
John Updike - Rabbit at Rest
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You, language where all language
ends. You, time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? - : into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You, heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out, -
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
no longer habitable.
- Rainer Maria Rilke