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SMV Literature Society
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We love to read.

I think she would be quite attractive, with those queer, smudgy eyes, if she were properly dressed ...

Does she try to hypnotise you, Peter? Delivered half-way through the case, the question seems irrelevant. Lord Peter Wimsey has already proposed to, and been roundly refused by the ‘femme fata...

19 apr 11 1 person likes this

Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve lost yourself sometimes? I keep looking. I need a map, or a...

Sometimes I forget the little things: what I had for breakfast yesterday, what day of the week it is, who I was supposed to call. They’re silly and small and not entirely necessary to know and ...

11 oct 10

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10 oct 10

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia

“’Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – excep...

08 oct 10

“I am not young enough to know everything.”

“Charles Dickens once stated that Little Red Riding Hood was his first love, and if only he could have married her, he would have known perfect bliss. For me and for other women I know, our hea...

02 oct 10

I could hear a new call and see a new horizon, and believe it at my young age

Great laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking, and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the w...

23 sep 10

Tigers are Better Looking

One of those long, romantic novels, six hundred and fifty pages of small print, translated from French or German or Hungarian or something — because few of the English ones have the exact feeling I m...

22 sep 10

Day will break and I’ll wake, And start to bake a sugar cake

Waking up slow is a very important thing to me. I can’t get up & go. But I don’t sleep late either, I still consider myself a morning person, I love it. The smell of pillows & cin...

21 sep 10

It’s the great I Am.

Here’s a bedtime story by one of my favorites. I want the chicken-mobile… Love always, Jess Tweet This!

13 sep 10

Once upon a time there was a fan of 3 blades.

Each stood for Love, Luck & Loneliness, making your rotation of chance exactly one-third at any given-gambling moment. Its continuous goal is to spin so that the 3 L’s are always blurred, t...

10 sep 10

“What gravity amidst the childhood rubble of fractured memories. Every sandbox is just an ashtray w...

I’ve been shut away in a castle, surrounded by a mote of all sort of primary colors, pots spilling with paint, little rivlettes running down the side and threatening the virgin white and heathe...

05 sep 10

Temptation

Susanna’s feathery hair and saucer eyes were as black as midnight. Her skin was the color of cream. Her hips were like a lyre, and her bosom made men dream of peace and plenty for ever and ever...

31 aug 10

May third, 1944: Dearest darling, I have found my sea legs…

“My gentle rocking wave, How can anyone measure longing? Is there a tool that I have not found yet to determine the weight of this lump dredged deep in my throat that seems to awaken like the k...

27 aug 10 1 person likes this

American Woman

Today I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the exhibit American Woman: Fashioning A National Identity. Each room was dedicated to a revolutionary era, where the radical dress of women has ...

13 aug 10

“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen”

I love listening to public radio when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. (I’m a bit of an insomniac.) As Jessica said “darkness has given me many nights of self-discovery, creative...

12 aug 10

“She had always been different, even when she tried not to be, unable to curb her curiosity which l...

The Grass Dancer, Susan Power A slightly scatterbrained post on a book that deserves much better: “In this magical first novel, Power threads together contemporary Native American reservation life wi...

12 aug 10

“These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.”

What are your ghosts? –They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes. This is also where my ghosts reside. –You have ghosts? Of course I have ghosts. –But you are a child. I am not...

09 aug 10

“I like songs about drifters–books about the same. They both seem to make me feel a little less ins...

I think I feel things far too much, not all of the time, but when I do it’s like traveling through space at the speed of light and it hits hard enough to bruise. When I love a person or a place...

06 aug 10 1 person likes this

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

Harley saw there were two moons in the world: one on television and one in the sky outside his grandmother’s window. “Two moons,” he told Margaret, curling his thumb and forefinger into a telescope h...

01 aug 10

Dream a little dream of me.

I do miss a good night’s sleep. But darkness has given me many nights of self-discovery, creativeness and thought consultation. We all have a method to our madness right? So, my justification i...

26 jul 10

“As from a dream, woken.”

“This morning I was rather glum because I couldn’t find the word ‘Minotaur’ inside any of our dictionaries. This made me sad for the Minotaurs, but mostly because everybody tr...

16 jul 10

She used to work in a diner, never saw a woman look finer.

She grew up in a small town Never put her roots down Daddy always kept movin’, so she did too. Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson Her long blonde hair flyin’ in the...

15 jul 10

Diary of a Chelsea Girl, Day 1

I like to read Joan Didion on the subway. Her essays. The dry desert heat of California laces each beautifully constructed sentence and it feels as though I am slipping into a private conversation ...

07 jul 10

“Dylan recalled that after reading Kerouac and Ginsberg, he realized that there were people like hi...

A few months ago my friend & I found a book called Stories Done, Writings on the 1960’s and It’s Discontents, by Mikal Gilmore. We decided to buy & share it, just to have. I’...

06 jul 10

“We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can o...

“It is a small world. You do not have to live in it particularly long to learn that for yourself. There is a theory that, in the whole world, there are only five hundred real people (the cast, ...

28 jun 10

“If you don’t get LOST, there’s a chance you might never be FFFFound”

As soon as I submitted my last post, I realized that blogging everyday might prove a bit of a challenge (I usually have terrible writer’s block when writing for the Lit Society). But after mont...

26 jun 10

“I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and mem...

I’d like to get in the habit of blogging daily. During the school year, all the ideas for new posts I have seem to be scribbled onto a never ending to-do list and quickly forgotten: my excuse usuall...

26 jun 10

Home is what you make it.

I didn’t have a whole lot of time to read on my trip to Italy, but I did scribble a bunch. I decided to be a female Kerouac & journal-kept my travels: Walking “home” over the Fi...

23 jun 10

“Sometimes the little things that go unnoticed–the periods and semicolons in the sentences of our l...

“It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me t...

22 jun 10

Wishful Thinking

Ciao belllllas! Sorry for temporarily going MIA. I’ve been in Italy taking a Fabric Styling course- we’re here for inspiration, absorbing everything & anything that can be translated ...

19 jun 10

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