When I finish a book I love, visit a web site I find interesting, or discover a new artist, my first reaction is to share my enthusiasm with someone.
I invite you to check these things out for yourself, and share with a friend. Consider this a digital bibliography, of sorts.
So... to debunk any praise for originality, I reveal my sources.
1. In General
2. The Craft
3. The Biz
4. Cross Discipline Studies
2. Artists and Venues
3. Organizations and Gatherings
5. General Interest
Any books, websites, music, etc. you'd recommend?
Your name (confidential)
If one listens to the faintest, but constant suggestions of his Genius, which are certainly true, he grows more resolute and faithful as to the direction his road lies. No man ever followed his Genius till it misled him.
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind him, and pass an invisible boundary, where new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. As he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
-Henry David Thoreau
Consider what you have in the smallest chosen library. A company of the wisest and wittiest men that could be assembled out of all countries in a thousand years have set in best order the results of their learning and wisdom.
For Last year's words belong to last year's language, and next year's words await another voice.
-T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
The general condition of the soul is stoic hunger, stoic loneliness. In the presence of a good book we remember that the soul has an appetite for emotional veracity, and for the unsayable.
Your perfect reader would be historically equipped, and presently attuned to understand your best stuff.
He flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.
If you approach writing without reading, you will reach, at best, the level of your ignorance.
You are not entitled to your opinion, you are entitled to your informed opinion.
...bleeding from the corners of his grin.
He was a humorless man, and a well-dressed one.
The ultimate intuitions and insights will only approach one who lives in his work and remains there, and whoever considers them from afar gains no power over them.
If I am a man of some reading, I am a man of no retention.
People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad.
Disciples of the Inward Life
By refusing to reveal the basis of your criticism, there's no way to challenge your opinion.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
...faces distracted from distraction by distraction.
-T.S Eliot "Burnt Norton"
; "Barely Making It", "Buy My Insurance".
Bluegrass Music= Culture plus Agriculture.
It's a still-life watercolor,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtain lace,
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee,
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore.
You can hear the ocean roar,
In the dangling conversation,
And the superficial sighs;
The borders of our lives.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost.
And we note our place with book-markers,
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written,
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time.
And the dangling conversation,
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room has softly faded.
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand.
You're a stranger now unto me,
Lost in the dangling conversation,
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.
-Paul Simon "The Dangling Conversation"
"I have gathered a garland of other men's flowers, and nothing is mine, but the cord that binds them."