Edna Out at Sea

March 11, 2010

There’ve been migraines, grad school rejections, complete, maniacal boredom, a complete overload of CSS and an ophthalmological breakdown as a result, but I am still ploughing on with The Awakening. I feel a little silly making such a big deal on what is, from a superficial perspective, a rather easy read. I wish I truly felt liberated in my unemployment to simply enjoy the luxury of going to a cafe everyday and reading. Alas, some sort of mental fixation or inner demon pops up.

Today I read at home, on my aqua sofa with the last of my banana chocolate walnut muffins and tea. Read the rest of this entry »

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Ok, so this blogging thing can be a little tricky.

The inspiration to start was powerful and made complete sense, and I’ve enjoyed the process so far. I just need to stay innocent to things like “stats” and that damn readership graph WordPress plugs into your main admin page. As a friend said when I showed her the whole set up: “How rude.” Read the rest of this entry »

…as the sleek geldings ambled in review before them.”

– pg. 80, The Awakening and selected stories of Kate Chopin.

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This quote just made me sit up and marvel at how sophisticated English could be when it was used Read the rest of this entry »

…the music penetrated her whole being like an effulgence, warming and brightening the dark places of her soul.”

pg. 87, The Awakening and selected stories of Kate Chopin. Read the rest of this entry »

Flow stoppage

March 2, 2010

Looking for inspiration. Meandered doubtfully to espresso and apparently an americano and crossaint are on their way. Kate rests uncertainly in corner of couch… Read the rest of this entry »

The Official Anais Nin Blog

February 26, 2010

Upon taking stock of some of the most potent reads of the past, The Diary of Anais Nin had me musing for a while. Apart from realizing that a more deliberate re-read is in order, I came across this: Read the rest of this entry »

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I love this volume.

It’s a book I clung onto in New York, a place which for me, like her, was a playground of self-discovery [along with that other mammoth synthesis of modernity: Paris]. Her cafe observations, musings, stream-of-consciousness and long-winded epiphanies, all allude to a state of perpetual self-enquiry within a space that feels large, yet also like a deeply carved niche. Read the rest of this entry »