Catherine Eaton

A cop and a taoist priest ! I didn't expect this combination but I can see it since he put it like that

There's gotta be a Taoist in this mix. I know the drill

Jeremy Tiang translated Hunter and he's become one of those translators I always keep an eye for. I loved Beijing Sprawl.

"hazy moon --
bumping into
a small pine" Chiyo-ni
(image: Kaii Higashiyama)

I was very tempted by Hunter the other day. Picked up Bora Chung's Midnight Timetable and Harpman's Orlanda instead but I Still wish I had gotten it too. That's book greed for you.

Good morning ☕️ ☕️☕️

Fine mosiac work (like you'd see in a fine old building) filling in a sidewalk pothole.

The epitaph in the middle of the mosiac: Here lies a pothole 2005-2024

Inadvertently found some of Jim Bachor's mosiac work to my great delight. Found on the corner of Van Buren and Michigan, near the Fine Arts Building. "Here lies a pothole 2005-2024"

What!! You definitely upped the hardness level by adding that one. I hope you are properly hydrated now? And with a very nice drink too--which you fully deserve!

I can only do three hours with my parental units. Tops. There's such a sweetness when leaving and returning to one's own world

*clapclapclapclapclap* a fine feat! Five hours is no joke.

Interior detail: 'Windyhill'. Charles Rennie Mackintosh. 1901.

I pulled this off my page-a-day calendar a few days ago and knew I saved it for a reason

Cover of Time Tunnel by Eileen Chang

It has come.

Vintage Halloween card ‘May LUCK AND LOVE MEET you on ALL HALLOWE’EN’ Witch with broom in pumpkin hot air balloon flying over bats flying over a silhouette of a town, a black cat rides on top of the pumpkin.

🎃 #31daysofhalloween #Gothtober

Three apples fell from heaven: the first, for the one who told the tale, the second for the one who listened, and the third for the one who understood. This is the way most Armenian fairytales end.

- Osip Mandelstam, as translated by Clarence Brown

My other choice was Pixie Crunch (!!!) if you happen to get some, let me know how they are. It was so hard to chose between the two

Nocturne, by Mexican poet Rosario Castellanos.
Latino poetry Friday!

Time is too long for life;
for knowledge not enough

ICE unleashed tear gas on the street in Chicago’s Logan Square today and I tried to find meaning among the fog and my own anger about, well, everything. dansinker.com/posts/202…

There doesn't seem like there's a connection despite their names? it looks like it came out apple breeding in the 70's. specialtyproduce.com/produce/Crim...

It's sweet, fresh, and pleasing tart. No doubt because it's related to Jonathan apples (I crave their tartness every fall).

Paper bags with bright handles full of red and yellow hued apples at the orchard shop

It was hard to choose just one bag of apples but it came down to Crimson Crisp. And now I can't stop eating them.

My new copy's cover is appropriately jaunty. The old one is a tie-in for the movie, which is still up there among my favorite films. The cast! And watching it is what first introduced me to Stella.
Now is indeed a fine time for excellent comfort reads.

That's hilarious. What a perfect cover

She must be in the air right now. I recently ordered a copy of Cold Comfort Farm--only to find my old copy, previously thought to be lost, a few days later. Thankfully there are worse things than two copies of a Stella Gibbons book.

an intense middle-school baseball game was going on behind me while I took this. Rarely have I seen a crowd so riled up by a kids' game. Screaming, jumping up and exclaiming, ect

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Half moon in the twilight, cradled by trees and shrubs just beginning to turn yellow.

It's a good moon.

I see you have an afterward at the end! Looking forward to reading it. What a delightful book to unearth. I was hoping her other books were in reprint too but it looks like this is the only one. Very thankful this one has been brought to light again. It's just the kind of read I need right now.

James Baldwin critiqued “liberal columnists“ who “sound as though they're being daring, but they're not.”

“If reality broke into one of those columns, God knows what would happen! And when it threatens to, they get up on their hind legs and say, ’Don't attack your friends!’”

Fear not suffering's gravity. Return to earth its weighty share; heavy are its mountains, heavy the sea. The tree you seeded in childhood's place grows now too heavy for you to bear. But not the breeze...never the empty space...

But not the breeze… never the empty space…

bit of Sonnet of Orpheus 4
Rilke tr Hunter

#poetrysunday +1

A honey bee busily crawling through little purple flowers

A little honeybee hard at work among the purple-stemmed asters before the sun sets