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the humbling

there are stories of
war field glories,
men have traveled from earth
to the moon,
our ancestors from coast to coast
on horses that died, rivers of pestilence

my story is a bit different, i’m a joke -
pathetic at the core, my wars fought
in my head, never with my heart; i once
called myself a vagabond but that was
a lie, my home was a bar stool just like
my ancestors

and though i walked through the valley of death,
losing my breath, death did not want me

one last shot at glory.

Shouts & Murmurs: The Collected Letters of Marissa Mayer and David Karp

My darling David,

Don’t let these earthly considerations stand in the way of our relationship. Getting to know Tumblr has been the biggest joy of my life. I have never felt so young, so alive, so full of hope for the future as when I am watching your metrics rise exponentially each day.

Oh, I was looking at some of your photos online the other day. Please don’t wear your Google Glass when I introduce you to my board. I want them to approve of you.

All my love, Marissa

Caitlin Kelly imagines an exchange between Marissa Mayer and David Karp: http://nyr.kr/19XTw6V

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May 21st, the secret party life of a book analyst

Dear 2013,

Today I got to see an early copy of a book about a racoon having a secret pizza party and I just….was like….having a life near books is so frigging awesome!

Also:

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But that’s fine because:

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And so whenever I’m all…

OMG THIS BOOK

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And other people are like:

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Or I go all analyst on them and I describe my book data…

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And other people are like:

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I just remember that whatever they go do all day, definitely doesn’t involve a secret racoon pizza party with a secret handshake AND a secret stair case. 

Which ultimately renders it barren.

And means my life is like a series of sparkly high fives in a choreographed entrance music dance scene.

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Books 4 Lyfe.

Elliott Holt's 'You Are One of Them', a young girl learns the meaning of 'defect'

cleveland.com

Thanks to Cleveland’s Plain Dealer for this review of my book. (My late mother was from Akron, so she’d be pleased to see my book reviewed by northeast Ohio’s most famous newspaper.)

Short Story Month: An Audio Story

The Bubble: A Short Story by Naomi Alderman by The Independent on Mixcloud

When the composer and performer Moss Freed finished recording his new jazz album What Do You See When You Close Your Eyes?, he wondered what kind of response it might elicit from the listener, and approached some writers to see if they might put it into words. This is novelist Naomi Alderman’s response.

“(Which, don’t even get me started, half the fun of listening to music and possibly more than half is context, this is a very nearly religious conviction for me, all hail context forever, I know this battle is already lost however I will be waging it til my dying breath, “context!” I will cry from my deathbed, “context!” I will say to those whom I haunt later on, “I got haunted and the best my ghost can come up to scare me with is ‘context’” my hauntees will complain, everyone’s a critic, however not everyone is a ghost, yet.)”

I would buy a 1000-page book of John Darnielle’s parentheticals 

“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. ”

—Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours

“This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.”

—David Levithan

“I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry; poetry and love and again, complete chaos. Pain, disorder, occasional clarity; and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry. Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation. It all comes with love.”

—Anna Akhmatova, from The Akhmatova Journals
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