Because really, what else would you do with a broken fridge?
(Image stolen from Lawrence Public Library.)
Next Saturday, I will be losing my moderating virginity at a panel entitled “SINGING AND SCREAMING: The Art of Voice in Fiction” at the 10th Saints and Sinners Literary Festival, the biggest LGBT literary gathering and a cousin of the Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival. The panel comprises Justin Torres, Summer Wood, J.M. Redmann and Trebor Healey.
May 25
1 PM
SINGING AND SCREAMING: THE ART OF VOICE IN FICTION
Stories speak to us through the people that live and breathe within them. Narratives populated by characters with memorable, affecting voices often reverberate in our consciousness long after the last page. Listening for and recording the sounds, feelings and thoughts of your fictional creations might be amongst the toughest tasks of writing. Authors in this panel reveal their personal processes of how they come to characters and how they let them to speak and seep on to the page.
Panelists: Trebor Healey, J.M. Redmann, Justin Torres, and Summer Wood.
Moderator: J.R. Ramakrishnan.
Hotel Monteleone, Royal Salon C,D
The full Saints and Sinners program is here.
I wish I lived close to New Orleans! I’d love to see this panel!
"The only answer to death is the heat and confusion of living; the only dependable warmth is the warmth of blood. I can feel my own beating even now."
Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals: Special Edition, “II. Breast Cancer: A Black Lesbian Feminist Experience”
"My work is to inhabit the silences with which I have lived and fill them with myself until they have the sounds of brightest day and the loudest thunder. And then there will be no room left inside of me for what has been except as memory of sweetness enhancing what can and is to be."
Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals: Special Edition, “II. Breast Cancer: A Black Lesbian Feminist Experience”
penetralium on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/13318485/via/itsjustanotherdreamer
Hearted from: http://lobsterpotmayhem.tumblr.com/page/15
Source: The Guardian
Photo Source: Robert Alexander - Getty Images
From the article:
Audre Lorde dropped the y from Audrey when she was still a child so she could be Audre Lorde. She liked the symmetry of the es at the end. She was born in New York City in 1934 to immigrants from Grenada. She didn’t talk till she was four and was so short-sighted she was legally blind. She wrote her first poem in eighth grade.
(Source: intuitive-thinker)
"I seem to move much more slowly now these days. It is as if I cannot do the simplest thing, as if nothing at all is done without a decision, and every decision is so crucial. Yet I feel strong and able in general, and only sometimes do I touch that battered place where I am totally inadequate to any thing I most wish to accomplish. To put it another way, I feel always tender in the wrong places."
Audre Lorde, The Cancer Journals: Special Edition, “II. Breast Cancer: A Black Lesbian Feminist Experience”
Book Sculptures
Edinburgh-based graphic design student Thomas Wightman has produced a trio of astounding book sculptures for his graduation project.
(via bookporn)
