tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42171940523149991292024-03-18T20:28:14.975-04:00Kim Adrianwriter, editor, teacherKim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-53377085626087610342023-12-29T18:12:00.502-05:002024-03-17T21:15:26.019-04:00landing
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<h11>dear knausgaard</h11><br />
<span style="font-weight: 700;">"A delight from start to finish."</span> —James Wood, literary critic for <i>The New Yorker</i> ★ Written as a series of letters to the Norwegian author Karl Ove Knausgaard, <i>Dear Knausgaard</i> is a heartfelt celebration of the act of reading and a compelling feminist critique of <i>My Struggle</i>, Knausgaard's 6-volume autobiographical novel.
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“On display is a rigorous mind, a fiery intellect, a curious and engaged reader.” —<a href="https://www.bostonglobe.com/2020/08/20/arts/new-england-literary-news/"><i>The Boston Globe</i></a> <br /> <br />
“Adrian ruthlessly interrogates the work and the literary world at large, especially the misogyny that she finds in both places.” —<a href="https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-9994316-5-8" target="_blank"><i>Publisher's Weekly</i></a>
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"Kim Adrian's loving struggle with Knausgaard is the kind of criticism I most enjoy — personal, wonderfully engaged, intense but somehow simultaneously light-footed, and extremely intelligent. The brilliance of her feminist critique is that it acutely exposes vulnerabilities in Knausgaard's male universalism while affectionately acknowledging the scope and appeal of his inevitably gendered voice. A delight from start to finish." —James Wood, literary critic for <i>The New Yorker</i>
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<h11>TEACHING & CONSULTING</h11><br />I teach in the Manuscript Program (memoir section) at the <a href="https://www.pioneervalleywriters.org/manuscript-program" target="_blank">Pioneer Valley Writers' Workshop</a>. Previously I've taught at Brown University, Boston University, and GrubStreet, as well as independently.
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<h11>STUDENT FEEDBACK:</h11> <br><br>
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"Kim Adrian is an excellent teacher. She can describe with such insight and precision what’s working and not working in any given piece being workshopped."
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"Kim's degree of specificity with writing craft and memoir shaping ideas were excellent. She modeled feedback that was useful, clear, constructive, and actionable."
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"An invaluable experience. Kim Adrian was great. She was engaging, full of information and ideas. She's a great listener and is especially personable.
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"Engaging, informative and super supportive. Kim Adrian is a gifted instructor with insight, deep knowledge about writing and a firm but gentle approach to bringing out each writers' best."
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<h11>Consulting</h11><br /> <br />
<div style="font-size: 1em; font-weight: 500;">I work with new and established writers of memoir, fiction, creative nonfiction, and more adventurous forms of criticism. My feedback style is honest, thoughtful, constructive. To learn about my method or to inquire about a consultation, please email me at <script language="JavaScript">var username = "kimadrian115";var hostname = "gmail.com";var linktext = username + "@" + hostname ;document.write("<a href='" + "mail" + "to:" + username + "@" + hostname + "'>" + linktext + "</a>");
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"Kim Adrian is a powerhouse! With a remarkable eye for everything from structure to the smallest detail, she meets you where you are and helps you realize the full potential of your project. I can’t recommend her more highly."
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"Kim’s consultation is unfailingly on point. Her close reading and honesty help me take my writing forward. When it comes to assessing voice, Kim has a golden ear. Her love of language and deep understanding of craft inform her valuable feedback."
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"Kim's reading of my first chapter made me feel she’d caught every nuance I’d put into the material, and even every intention. Her observations and advice helped me enormously and stayed with me as I revised other chapters and produced new material."<div style="padding-top: .4em; font-size: .8em; font-weight: 500; line-height: .86em;">——Anne Mackin, author of <i>Americans and Their Land: the House Built on Abundance</i> (University of Michigan Press), working on a novel</div>
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"Kim Adrian is the consummate professional. She somehow strikes just the right balance between being warm and truth-telling, a winning combination to move writing to the next level. She both provided specific feedback on my piece and talked about general craft points applicable to the work. This two-pronged approach makes her an extremely effective teacher. I would absolutely hire her again."<br /><div style="padding-top: .4em; font-size: .8em; font-weight: 500; line-height: .9em;">—Sheryl Boris-Schacter, working on a memoir</div>
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"In both her written comments, and during our face to face meeting, Adrian was fully engaged with me and my work, and brought her intelligence and keen instincts, as well as warmth and humor to our conversations. I came away with a list of tasks that have been a road map for my current draft."<br />
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<h11>the twenty-seventh letter of the alphabet</h11><br />
<span style="font-weight: 700;">“Glints with poetry and wisdom.”</span> —<i>Los Angeles Review of Books</i> ★ A portrait of the chaos and confusion of a mother's mental illness, my memoir, <i>The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet</i>, is about a daughter's struggle to face the Medusa of generational trauma without turning to stone.
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A Next Generation Indie Book Awards Finalist and a <i>Poets & Writers</i> New & Noteworthy Read</div>
“Astonishing and inventive. [Adrian's] glossary is strangely gripping, with a momentum pulling the reader in and through. The result is whimsical, even darkly funny at times, brimming with compassion, terribly sad and deeply loving. Memoir readers should not miss this singular offering.” <i style="font-style: italic;"><br />—<a href="https://www.shelf-awareness.com/issue.html?issue=3329#m41660" target="_blank">Shelf Awareness</a></i>
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“This ambitious memoir glints with poetry and wisdom. . . . Aching, endless, unresolved, and extremely compelling.” <br />—<i style="font-style: italic;"><a href="https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/m-is-for-mother" target="_blank">The Los Angeles Review of Books </a></i><br /><br />
“An intimate and searching accumulation of the moments, tender and brutal, that heap together and create a life.” <i style="font-style: italic;"><br />—<a href="https://www.bostonglobe.com/arts/books/2018/10/04/highlights-boston-book-festival-memoir-difficult-youth-form-glossary/j8ja4kZU7YH6H9CACWmVXM/story.html" target="_blank">The Boston Globe</a></i>
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“Adrian uses a highly unconventional form to mirror her confusion over how to connect her wide-ranging, frequently painful memories of what she and her sister endured . . . creating deep connections between the reader and her childhood self.” <br />—<i><a href="https://www.hippocampusmagazine.com/2018/12/review-the-twenty-seventh-letter-of-the-alphabet-a-memoir-by-kim-adrian/" target="_blank">Hippocampus</a></i>
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“An unconventional, wildly disturbing, and hugely innovative book.”<br />—<i><a href="https://floridareview.cah.ucf.edu/article/interview-kim-adrian/" target="_blank">The Florida Review</a></i>
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“A remarkable rendering of a mother-daughter relationship . . . at turns hilarious, repulsive, poetic, and devastating.”<br />—<a href="https://www.propellerbooks.com/posts/2021/10/14/hall-adrian" target="_blank"><i>Propeller Books</i></a>
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“Adrian’s writing remains hypnotic on every subject, a consuming plunge into each and every moment.” <i style="font-style: italic;"><br />—<a href="https://tinhouse.com/the-27th-letter-of-the-alphabet-a-conversation-with-adrian-kim/" target="_blank">Tin House</a></i>
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“Many books are described as ‘brave’—this one really is.” <br />—Sue Williams Silverman, author of <i>Love Sick</i>
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<h11>Awards, Honors, Fellowships</h11><br />
I've been honored to receive support for my work from, among others, the Edward Albee Foundation, the Bread Loaf Writing Seminars, the Massachusetts Cultural Council, and, most recently, the Oberpfälzer Künstlerhaus, in Bavaria, Germany.
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<h11>about me</h11><br />
I'm the author of two books of creative criticism (<i>Dear Knausgaard</i> and <i>Sock</i>), and a memoir, <i>The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet</i>, which was a Next Generation Indie Book Awards Finalist. I have over twenty years of teaching experience in university, professional, and independent settings. My MFA (in Literature and Creative Writing) is from Bennington, my BA from Barnard College. I live near Boston, and am also a <a href="https://www.kimadrianyoga.com/" target="_blank">yoga teacher</a>. I'm currently working on a novel.
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I wrote the libretto for <i>The Strange Child</i>, a full-length chamber opera with music by Julia Werntz. <i>The Strange Child</i> was produced with the generous support of a Heinz Endowment Grant, and premiered at Alloy Studios in Pittsburgh, June 2022.
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The fruit of my three-year collaboration with composer <a href="https://juliawerntz.com/wp/" target="_blank">Julia Werntz</a>. <i>The Strange Child</i> was commissioned by Kamratōn, a music group that "exists to challenge the boundaries of music performance, expand the contemporary chamber music repertoire, and celebrate the role of women as leaders in the arts." Its premiere was directed by Shana Simmons, with musical direction by Daniel Curtis, and singers and musicians from Kamratōn and Quince ensembles. My libretto is based on a little known fairy tale by the German Romantic writer E.T.A. Hoffman.
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<h11>Stories & Essays</h11><br />
Several of my essays and short stories have been listed as Notable or Distinguished in the <i>Best American Essays</i>, <i>Best American Short Stories</i>, and <i>Pushcart Prize</i> anthologies.
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<a href="https://agnionline.bu.edu/fiction/my-thoughts-on-pate" target="_blank">"My Thoughts on Pâté"</a><br /><i>Agni</i>
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<a href="https://lithub.com/karl-ove-knausgaards-feats-of-shame-and-openness/" http:="" target="_blank">"Ten Conversations about <i>My Struggle</i>"</a><br /><i>The Gettysburg Review</i>
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<a href="https://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?cc=mqr;c=mqr;c=mqrarchive;idno=act2080.0052.119;rgn=main;view=text;xc=1;g=mqrg" target="_blank">"Toast"<br /></a><i>Michigan Quarterly Review</i>
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<a href="http://www.gettysburgreview.com/selections/detail.dot?inode=e3e613ac-b3b1-4344-b19c-8e960e0e9963" target="_blank">"Questionnaire for My Grandfather"</a> <br><i>The Gettysburg Review</i>
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<a href="https://www.hws.edu/academics/senecareview/42_1-2/adrian.pdf" target="_blank">"Why Dim Sum Makes Me Feel Tender"</a><br /><i>Seneca Review</i>
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<a href="http://www.gettysburgreview.com/selections/detail.dot?inode=694d5cab-fce1-4276-bcf4-3d9e8a04f0d7" target="_blank">"The Matter of Translation: Wislawa Szymborska's 'Conversation with a Rock'" </a><br><i>The Gettysburg Review</i>
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<a href="http://ojs.library.cofc.edu/index.php/crazyhorse/article/view/5883/5373" http:="" target="_blank">"The Cut"</a><br /><i>Crazyhorse</i>
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<a href="https://tinhouse.com/red-currants-and-gooseberries/" target="_blank">"'Gooseberries' and Red Currants"</a><br /><i>Tin House</i>
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<h11>Color</h11><br />
I'm working on a book about color, and post interesting findings from my research on <a href="https://www.instagram.com/color_is_mysterious/" target="_blank">this instagram account</a>.
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<h11>By my desk</h11> <br />
"Errato makes a stupid suggestion." I tore this William Steig cartoon out of a <i>New Yorker</i> magazine in my twenties. It's been taped to whatever wall is closest to my writing desk ever since and still makes me smile.
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<h11>the shell game</h11><br />
<span style="font-weight: 700;">“Pushes the boundaries of prose and opens up a whole new world.”</span> —<i>New Pages</i> ★ I initiated and edited this ground-breaking collection of "hermit crab essays"—essays that borrow their forms from ordinary, everyday things, such as recipes, police reports, and crossword puzzles. <i>The Shell Game</i> is often cited as a foremost example of the genre.
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“Pushes the boundaries of prose and opens up a whole new world. . . . [<i>The Shell Game</i>] makes readers feel as if they are learning what an essay is (or could be) all over again.” —<i><a href="https://www.newpages.com/book-reviews/shell-game" target="_blank">New Pages</a></i> <br /><br />
“The essays in this collection bring with them a sense of hope about literature and its capacity for evolution and change.” —<i><a href="https://themillions.com/2018/06/essays-strange-forms.html" target="_blank">The Millions</a></i> <br /><br />
“Adrian’s introduction demonstrates the potential and beauty of the hermit crab approach [and] . . . is often laugh-out-loud funny.” —<i>Literary Journalism Studies</i>
<br /><br />“Anyone from the expert essayist, lay reader, or a teacher looking for an evocative anthology will find something of value in these pages.” —<i><a href="http://columbiajournal.org/review-the-shell-game-edited-by-kim-adrian/" target="_blank">Columbia Journal</a></i> <br /><br />
“<i>The Shell Game</i> may serve to expand what readers think of when they think of the essay.” —<i><a href="https://blogs.colum.edu/punctuate/review-the-shell-game-writers-play-with-borrowed-forms/" target="_blank">Punctuate Magazine</a></i> <br /><br />
“If you were to recommend this book to others, you’d likely tell them to savor it, make it last.” —<i><a href="https://www.hippocampusmagazine.com/2018/05/how-to-write-a-review-of-the-shell-game-a-review-of-the-shell-game-edited-by-kim-adrian/" target="_blank">Hippocampus Magazine</a></i> <br /><br />
“A unique and significant contribution.” —<a href="https://www.splitrockreview.org/review-the-shell-game" target="_blank"><i>Split Rock Review</i></a>
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<h11>Sock</h11><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">“Illuminating, erudite, deeply intelligent.”</span> —<i>Los Angeles Review of Books</i> ★ Part of Bloomsbury's Object Lessons series, <i>Sock</i> reveals extraordinary historical, anatomical, and cutural secrets hiding in that most ordinary of objects, the sock.
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“<i>Sock</i> reflects on the brilliance present in the minutiae of our lives. With piercing wit, idiosyncratic humor and sharply insightful moments of personal examination, Adrian uses the most domestic of items as a lens through which to view the inelegance and wondrousness of humanity.” —<i><a href="https://www.shelf-awareness.com/readers-issue.html?issue=651#m11378" target="_blank">Shelf Awareness</a></i> <br /> <br />“A thoroughly delightful discussion.” —<i><a href="http://www.washingtonindependentreviewofbooks.com/index.php/features/a-lesson-in-every-object" target="_blank">Washington Independent Review of Books</a></i> <br /> <br />
“An utterly engaging investigation . . . of human evolution, anatomy, physics, sexuality, fashion, painting, consumerism, manufacturing, and motherhood. . . . Illuminating, erudite, deeply intelligent.” —<i><a href="https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/you-cant-have-flabby-curiosity-sariah-dorbin-interviews-kim-adrian/" target="_blank">Los Angeles Review of Books</a></i>
<br /> <br /> “What a treat! . . . This slim little marvel of trivia and attention to the overlooked . . . was a near-religious experience for me.” —<a href="https://pagesofjulia.com/2018/07/04/sock-by-kim-adrian/" target="_blank">Pages of Julia</a>
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July 11, 2023<br />Brookline PHS<br />
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February 9, 2023<br />Lily Pad Lounge, Cambridge MA<br />
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September 29, 2022 <br />Online <br />Book Launch for the U.K. edition of <i>Dear Knausgaard</i>.
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September 27, 2022<br />Wheaton College<br />Visiting Artist
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July 3, 2022<br />Oberpfälzer Künstlerhaus, SCHWANDORF, Germany<br />Creative Arts Residency Studio Open House.
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June 17 and 18, 2022<br />Kelly Strayhorn Theatre, PITTSBURGH<br>Premier of <i>The Strange Child</i>
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April 11, 2022<br />University of Hartford<br />
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Haystack Book Festival, NORFOLK CT<br />Guest Speaker<br />
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June 10, 2021<br />
Boston LitCrawl - CAMBRIDGE MA<br> "The Art of (Writing About) Reading"
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AWP Conference - ONLINE<br>"Close Readings: Experiments in Bibliomemoir"
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September 3, 2020<br /> Online<br />
Brookline Booksmith Reading from <i>Dear Knausgaard</i>
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August 31, 2020<br />
<i>Essay Daily</i> Salon, "Books About Books" - ONLINE<br>Guest Speaker
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March 12, 2019<br />
PageTurners Series - NYC<br>Guest Speaker
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November 29, 2018 <br />University of New Hampshire, UNH Writers' Series<br />Guest Speaker
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November 4, 2018<br />Denver, CO <br />
Counterpath Press Reading from <i>The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet</i>
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October 30, 2018 <br />San Francisco, CA<br />
Green Apple Books Reading from <i>The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet</i><br /><br />
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Shakespeare & Co. Reading from <i>The Twenty-Seventh Letter of the Alphabet</i>
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The Muse and the Marketplace Writers' Conference - BOSTON
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<br /> The Art of Life After Workshop Series - BOSTON<br>
"Grounded Words: a Body-Centered Workshop for Survivors of Sexual Violence"
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“The novel I am constantly writing is always the same one, and it might be described as a variously sliced-up or torn-apart book of myself.”
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-17640081471398087242021-07-10T19:01:00.023-04:002024-03-16T10:33:48.889-04:00it would take too long
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07.10.21<br /><br />
“You can't tell everyone the truth all the time, and you certainly can't tell anyone the whole truth, ever, because it would take too long.”
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-36387386959680840672021-04-08T09:45:00.017-04:002024-03-16T10:20:33.150-04:00even a small one<div class="asif-div">
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04.08.21<br /><br />
“The day you catch an idea you fall in love with, even a small one, is a beautiful day.”
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-9983827483889274832021-03-25T22:21:00.013-04:002024-03-16T10:18:40.532-04:00sterility<div class="asif-div">
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03.25.21<br /><br />
"It would not be adequate even to say that the sterility of literary production is responsible for the sterility of criticism. The real reason for that sterility is the neutralization of culture, which points ahead like houses accidentally spared by the bombs and in whose substantiality no one really believes anymore. In this culture the critic who does not call the culture by its name necessarily becomes its accomplice and falls prey to the irrelevance of his objects, in which the historical forces of the age may appear in the material but hardly ever form the basis of the artistic substance."
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—Theodor W. Adorno<br />from the appendix of <i>Notes to Literature</i>, Volume 2<br /><br>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-105074889327379512021-03-01T10:02:00.012-05:002024-03-16T10:18:55.975-04:00the revulsion of literature toward the state
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03.01.21<br /><br />
"Language and, presumably, literature are more ancient and inevitable, more durable than any form of social organization. The revulsion, irony, or indifference often expressed by literature toward the state is essentially the reaction of the permanent—better yet, the infinite—against the temporary, against the finite."
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—Joseph Brodsky<br />from "Footnote to a Poem" in the collection <i>Less than One</i><br />
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-12022045074212012882021-02-12T16:07:00.035-05:002024-03-16T10:19:04.020-04:00I Am (K)Not the Body<div class="asif-div">
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02.12.21<br /><br />
"Reality is simply the loss of ego."
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—Ramana Maharshi<br />from <i>I Am (K)Not the Body</i><br />(notes taken by Pradeep Apte on Ramana Maharshi's sayings, as recorded by Muruganar and translated by David Godman)<br />
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-76254970494930543082021-01-20T08:24:00.037-05:002024-03-16T10:19:13.802-04:00the latest development of the organic<div class="asif-div">
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01.20.21<br /><br />
"Consciousness is the last and latest development of the organic and hence also what is most unfinished and unstrong."
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—Friedrich Nietsche<br />from <i>The Gay Science</i><br />
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-81046008610583581552021-01-08T11:38:00.020-05:002024-03-16T10:20:40.234-04:00Art does not reproduce what we see<div class="asif-div">
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01.08.21<br /><br />
“Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see.”
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rudy Burckhardt, A View From Brooklyn II, 1954</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-88330933756550975082020-12-29T10:54:00.013-05:002024-03-16T10:20:28.044-04:00almond blossoms radiate<div class="asif-div">
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“How can almond blossoms radiate in my language
when I’m an echo?”
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—Mahmoud Darwish<br />from “To Describe Almond Blossoms”<br />(trans. Fady Joudah)<br /><br />
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-40337584612577505142020-10-22T17:02:00.015-04:002024-03-16T10:20:09.346-04:00things outlast us<div class="asif-div">
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“Things outlast us, they know more about us than we know about them: they carry the experience they have had with us inside them and are—in fact—the book of our history opened before us.”
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—W.G. Sebald<br />
from <i>Campo Santo</i>, 2003<br>
(trans. Anthea Bell)
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- Statue of an angel shattered by the atomic bomb<br />at Urakami Cathedral, Nagasaki, 1961.
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</div>Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-13142033003183177482020-10-08T16:21:00.021-04:002024-03-16T10:20:21.638-04:00a universe of qualities<div class="asif-div">
10.08.20<br /><br />
“Words have a universe of qualities other than those of descriptive relation: Hardness, Density, Sound-Shape, Vector-Force, & Degrees of Transparency/Opacity.”
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—Clark Coolidge<br />
from his contributor's note to Paul Carroll's anthology <i>The Young American Poets</i>, 1968
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-47025007911099194272020-09-19T19:51:00.012-04:002024-03-16T10:20:15.488-04:00Poetry's Impulse<div class="asif-div">
09.19.20<br /><br />
“Poetry’s impulse to use metaphor, to discover resemblance, is not to make comparisons (all comparisons as such are hierarchical) or to diminish the particularity of any event; it is to discover those correspondences of which the sum total would be proof of the indivisible totality of existence. To this totality poetry appeals, and its appeal is the opposite of a sentimental one; sentimentality always pleads for an exemption, for something which is divisible. Apart from reassembling by metaphor, poetry reunites by its reach. It equates the reach of a feeling with the reach of the universe; after a certain point the type of extremity involved becomes unimportant and all that matters is its degree; by their degree alone extremities are joined.”
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—John Berger<br />
from “Dream,” in <i>And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos</i>, 1982
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.simonelueck.com/" target="_blank">Simone Leuck</a> - <a href="https://www.simonelueck.com/cuba-tv" target="_blank">Cuba TV Series</a></td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-79614263329225699932020-08-28T08:18:00.010-04:002024-03-16T10:20:02.758-04:00task failed successfully<div class="asif-div">
08.28.20<br /><br />
“When shall that true poet arise who, disdaining the trivialities of text, shall give the world a book of verse consisting entirely of margin?”
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—Kenneth Grahame<br />
from “Marginalia,” in <i>Pagan Papers</i>, 1898
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-81235930137400606232020-06-30T16:00:00.009-04:002024-03-16T10:19:55.725-04:00addicted to stories<div class="asif-div">
06.29.20<br /><br />
“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."
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—Jonathan Gottschall <br />
from <i>The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human</i><br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Catherine Deneuve in Jaques'Demi's <i>Donkey Skin</i> (1971)</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-84952026644924410242020-03-10T13:12:00.011-04:002024-03-16T10:19:48.841-04:00a dry psyche is most skilled<div class="asif-div">
03.10.20<br /><br />
“The stuff of the psyche is a smoke-like substance of fine particles that give rise to all other things, particles of less mass than any other sustance and constantly in motion: only movement can know movement. . . . The psyche rises as a mist from things that are wet. . . . A dry psyche is most skilled in intelligence and is brightest in virtue. . . . A drunk man, staggering and mindless, must be led home by his son, so wet is his psyche.”
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—Heraclitus<br />
from "I Have Looked Diligently at My Own Mind"<br>
(trans. Guy Davenport)
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-57945891064456101662020-03-01T17:18:00.021-05:002024-03-18T20:27:43.125-04:00I'm afraid I've caught poetry<div class="asif-div">
03.01.20<br /><br />
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Dennis Moore (customer) and John Cleese (shopkeeper) in a skit from Monty Python's Flying Circus, ca. 1973.</div>
</div>Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-80009731067968154802020-02-21T14:14:00.011-05:002024-03-16T10:19:37.744-04:00everything has already been said<div class="asif-div">
02.21.20<br /><br />
"Everything has already been said, but since nobody listens, we must continually start again."
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—André Gide<br />
from <i>Le traite du Narcisse</i> <br />
(my translation<!--original reads: "Toutes choses sont dites déjà, mais comme personne n'écoute, il faut toujours recommencer."-->)<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early emoticons in the American humor magazine <i>Puck</i> in 1881.<br />
Interesting related article <a href="https://www.casilli.fr/2014/04/15/the-archeology-of-smiley-is-so-futile-and-so-revealing-of-our-craving-for-historical-continuity/">here</a>.</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-83743818216229319942020-02-10T08:45:00.010-05:002024-03-16T10:19:31.919-04:00willfully in public<div class="asif-div">
02.10.20<br /><br />
“A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.”
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—widely attributed to Edna St. Vincent Millay<br />
original context unclear<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melanie Bourget – The Antidote</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-59120605138307635912020-01-12T11:27:00.011-05:002024-03-16T10:19:26.328-04:00let us read and let us dance<div class="asif-div">
01.12.20<br /><br />
“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world."
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—Voltaire<br />
from <i>The Portable Philosophical Dictionary</i><br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allan Ginsberg dancing</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-17894904865279371672019-12-13T14:12:00.010-05:002024-03-16T10:19:20.732-04:00a poem that can think its own thoughts<div class="asif-div">
12.13.19<br /><br />
“I just try to make a poem that can think its own thoughts."
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—Lisa Robertson<br />
from <a href="https://nprarchived.wordpress.com/2014/12/31/interview-lisa-robertson-2012/">an interview</a> in the <i>Northern Poetry Review</i><br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luke Stephenson, from his series <a href="https://www.lukestephenson.com/incomplete-dictionary">"An Incomplete Dictionary of Show Birds"</a></td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-29053949249569055432019-09-19T14:21:00.011-04:002024-03-16T10:21:04.207-04:00bunch of idiots<div class="asif-div">
09.16.19<br /><br />
“An art whose medium is language will always show a high degree of critical creativeness, for speech is itself a critique of life: it names, it characterizes, it passes judgment, in that it creates."
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—Thomas Mann<br />
from a 1929 speech reprinted in <i>Essays of Three Decades</i><br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">André Breton at a Dada festival in Paris, March 27, 1920, wearing a slogan by Francis Picabia that says: "In order to love something you need to have seen and heard it for a long time bunch of idiots"</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-90121909816012097482019-07-01T14:42:00.007-04:002024-03-16T10:21:14.469-04:00human consciousness<div class="asif-div">
07.01.19<br /><br />
“Human consciousness: is it the projector<br />
or the screen?”
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<div style="text-align: right;">
—Dean Young<br />
from "I Am But A Traveler in This Land & Know Little of Its Ways"<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">attribution unknown but possibly «Fotograf i model'»
by Aleksey Andreyev</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-84707854647732962332019-06-30T11:51:00.007-04:002024-03-16T10:22:29.065-04:00he who hides his madman<div class="asif-div">
<span style="color: #adadad; font-size: normal;">06.30.19</span><br /><br />
“He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.”
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—Henri Michaux<br />
from “My Properties”</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Source unclear—possibly a clip from a performance by the
Licedei Clown Troupe (Soviet, 1960's)</td></tr>
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Kim Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02130282535349378752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217194052314999129.post-8251058503475788782019-05-08T11:38:00.007-04:002024-03-16T10:29:27.808-04:00one mind's imagining into another<div class="asif-div">
05.08.19<br /><br />
“One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another.”
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wooden sculpture of a monk's head bearing an inscription
on the interior, Japan, 1328
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