Dear Friends, Reading is my great consolation, the deep well of my being. I frequently read in the ordinary ways, beginning at page one and going through to the end, but I also read quite idiosyncratically. One of my ways of reading is evoked here.
I used to love tying on my old typewriter and the words just wanted to snap out onto the page and that feeling of having really written something, just looked so beautiful. Typewriters ask you to just jump in. Besides this remembrance, right now I see by my side an old address book and the letters in little row of steps at the edge, some ink, some pencil and ruffled edges. I,J,L,M S,V. 'Linden' a name I think is very beautiful, just like the tree, I don't know her very well, a card 'Evolve'. a printer I used to make prints, and that evolved into painting. An old note from my mother, are you coming to visit? much love, PSM. R. Peachy, I never heard if he actually liked peaches. 'Fantastic, Congratulations' from Ernst. and now he just passed away unexpectedly. The address book pages open my life's moments. That's ambient reading. I read articles, paragraphs about travels, artists, and then I get inspired and move off... words bring me back for inspiration.
I finally decided to stop looking at the internet and read a novel and see if I could sit still. So far it has taken me into an Iranian world, and I am enjoying the journey. 'The Lion Women of Tehran'.
One way I like to read is in the morning, just before I start writing. I read a few pages of something to help me feel that writing is possible. Then I fling down the book and go. I usually carry a few to choose from, but this morning it's Sheila Heti's Alphabetical Diaries.
I used to love tying on my old typewriter and the words just wanted to snap out onto the page and that feeling of having really written something, just looked so beautiful. Typewriters ask you to just jump in. Besides this remembrance, right now I see by my side an old address book and the letters in little row of steps at the edge, some ink, some pencil and ruffled edges. I,J,L,M S,V. 'Linden' a name I think is very beautiful, just like the tree, I don't know her very well, a card 'Evolve'. a printer I used to make prints, and that evolved into painting. An old note from my mother, are you coming to visit? much love, PSM. R. Peachy, I never heard if he actually liked peaches. 'Fantastic, Congratulations' from Ernst. and now he just passed away unexpectedly. The address book pages open my life's moments. That's ambient reading. I read articles, paragraphs about travels, artists, and then I get inspired and move off... words bring me back for inspiration.
I finally decided to stop looking at the internet and read a novel and see if I could sit still. So far it has taken me into an Iranian world, and I am enjoying the journey. 'The Lion Women of Tehran'.
What is a lion Women?
This is an absolute delight. I read it this morning, and it's been playing in my mind all day.
Synchronicity. Last night I began reading your book The Uses of Art and today your Substack is in my inbox.
One way I like to read is in the morning, just before I start writing. I read a few pages of something to help me feel that writing is possible. Then I fling down the book and go. I usually carry a few to choose from, but this morning it's Sheila Heti's Alphabetical Diaries.