A Birthday Candle
Thirty today, I sawThe trees flare briefly likeThe candles on a cake,As the sun went down the sky,A momentary flash,Yet there was time to wish.
Happy Birthday, Donald Justice.

A Birthday Candle

Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish.

Happy Birthday, Donald Justice.


Huntington, Long Island, New York
"We were together. I forget the rest." 
Poppa Whitman, you were the great things of these United States from before they were united. Thanks for being a voice and an example to those of us making our own way. Are you my angel?

Huntington, Long Island, New York

"We were together. I forget the rest."

Poppa Whitman, you were the great things of these United States from before they were united. Thanks for being a voice and an example to those of us making our own way. Are you my angel?


Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. 
Today the filmmaker turns 74. And to this day The Louvre forbids running.

Running through The Louvre, from Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers. 

Today the filmmaker turns 74. And to this day The Louvre forbids running.


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Pestisani, Romania

Constantin Brancusi’s clean geometry, unveiling the essence of things in marble, wood and stone. The modernist sculptor born on this day in 1876 preferred simple clothes, a studio with a rock slab table and a primitive fireplace, and furniture, utensils and a phonograph he made himself.


"Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern;  that we—I mean all human beings— are connected with this;  that the whole world is a work of art;  that we are parts of the work of art.”
Happy birthday Virginia Woolf.
Fabric created by the Omega Workshops circa 1915

"Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern;
that we—I mean all human beings—
are connected with this;
that the whole world is a work of art;
that we are parts of the work of art.”

Happy birthday Virginia Woolf.

Fabric created by the Omega Workshops circa 1915


"Things I like: ivory, sweaters, architectural drawings, urinating, pizza (the Roman bread), staying in hotels, paper clips, the color blue, leather belts, making lists, wagon-lits, paying bills, caves, watching ice-skating, asking questions, taking taxis, Benin art, green apples, office furniture, Jews, eucalyptus trees, penknives, aphorisms, hands."
Happy birthday Susan Sontag. The world misses your voice.

"Things I like: ivory, sweaters, architectural drawings, urinating, pizza (the Roman bread), staying in hotels, paper clips, the color blue, leather belts, making lists, wagon-lits, paying bills, caves, watching ice-skating, asking questions, taking taxis, Benin art, green apples, office furniture, Jews, eucalyptus trees, penknives, aphorisms, hands."

Happy birthday Susan Sontag. The world misses your voice.


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"I had no proof that I had the stuff to be an artist, though I hungered to be one."

Happy birthday, Patti. And thank you for teaching us how to trust in our instincts, always.


John Prine, it’s your birthday. Can’t believe we get to share time on the planet with you.


Happy birthday, John. We try to think like you every day.

Happy birthday, John. We try to think like you every day.


Elliott Bay Book Company celebrates 40 years of independent bookselling today in Seattle, Washington, where we also threw down our first roots. After 36 years Downtown, they schlepped their assets over to Capitol Hill, into this 95-year-old warehouse that was once the sole Ford truck service center for Seattle. Now it’s a service center and warm hearth for devotees of the endangered real, live book, and its patron saint, the bookseller. If you’re staying with us in Seattle, you can take a long walk or a short cab ride to this epic church of reading — it’s really worth it.

Elliott Bay Book Company celebrates 40 years of independent bookselling today in Seattle, Washington, where we also threw down our first roots. After 36 years Downtown, they schlepped their assets over to Capitol Hill, into this 95-year-old warehouse that was once the sole Ford truck service center for Seattle. Now it’s a service center and warm hearth for devotees of the endangered real, live book, and its patron saint, the bookseller. If you’re staying with us in Seattle, you can take a long walk or a short cab ride to this epic church of reading — it’s really worth it.


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