It has been one year since the beginning of the end. In a few weeks we would have annihilated each other with fear, with sex, with imminence, with urgency, with too much love. For you, my love, who know who you are, turn soft. Be brave for the right reasons. Learn that love…
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Why I love… Jennifer Mueller
“After they’re gone, loved ones have a way of remaining with you, like the thick silence that settles after an unwelcome question. Even what should be happy, relieved thoughts become heavy and fraught. She always hated when I sang. I always took it as an editorial comment, but I sang anyway — and prepared for…
Today is the first day of the rest of my… or Why I love Nourooz
If there ever were anything like a pagan Muslim, that might have been a fair description of me and my faith. Rooted in belief, my Islam is an eccentric and many would argue, an unorthodox practice. It matters little. Faith is a matter more personal than sex or the affair you are currently having with…
Why I love… In the mood for love
“This lyrical beauty, almost archaic.” I am listening to you. And I am agreeing. “The sway of the hips, the look. Where does it happen except in this magical, fictional space?” The intense deliberation. Each look towards and away. Each inhale of smoke & exhale of defeat. The crushing elegance of it all. “The hand…
The heart asks pleasure first or Why I love… Michael Nyman
My love, Have you ever heard of Michael Nyman? He is a composer. He composed the score of Jane Campion’s film, The Piano. This is amongst my favorite tracks. It is perhaps the musical equivalent of the dreadful possibility of loss. The desperate, wild look in the eyes when faced the sudden idea that this might be the last…
Notes for a Young Gentleman, or Why I love… Granta magazine
Toby Litt’s step-by-step guide to how to be a proper, young gentleman. A gentleman should arrive at his destination, after however arduous a journey, quite as if he had just taken a turn around the rose garden. A gentleman should never acknowledge a mere fact. A gentleman should behave no differently in…
Why I love… Jack Gilbert
Who else will give me quiet tears shed for the beauty of words? Who else will churn the milk of my heart with the tenderness of a down feather? Who but you, Jack, can reach inside my chest, pull out my heart and replace it with your own? Rain – Jack Gilbert Suddenly this defeat….
Why I love… midweek serendipity
A chanced-upon Jack Gilbert and a beautiful German word make for all that’s all right with my world right now. The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart by Jack Gilbert How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko,…
Why I love… @angadc
Twitter has changed my life, and for more reasons than I have both time and inclination to elaborate. I learn from it constantly. It is an endless source of knowledge, exposure to the obscure, humour and/or wit, poor grammar and punctuation, tenderness, entertainment, and amusement. I find myself oscillating constantly between being fascinated, touched and bewildered by how much cleverness there is…
Why I love… Charles Bukowski
There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who…
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