Inventing Snow
The birthplace of American literature, placed squarely in the Boston/Cambridge area, part of a 1933 map titled “The Booklovers Map of America Showing Certain Landmarks of Literary Geography.”
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“In March read the books you’ve always meant to read”
Fantastic vintage literacy posters from the Works Progress Administration, 1939-1941
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A spin on World Book Day: Carved Books by the amazing Brian Dettmer.
10Literary Snapshot: Nescient Meditation
Anna and Hasim were quietly sitting together in the afterlife, watching the sun rise and set simultaneously.
Hasim turned to Anna, noticing the orange sky reflect in her pale eyes. “So what brought you here?”
Anna’s lips cracked a humble grin while she kept her gaze on the horizon. “I accidentally stepped in front of a truck.”
“Accidentally?”
“Yes, I was distracted by thought and was not paying attention to the light.”
“Heavens, what were you thinking about?”
“Being mindful.”Read more stories here.
2 Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain’t so.
Mark Twain
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It was the time between the lights when colours undergo their intensification and purples and golds burn in window-panes like the beat of an excitable heart; when for some reason the beauty of the world revealed and yet soon to perish… has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
“A Room of One’s Own” (Virginia Woolf)
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Recently I visited Arnold Arboretum to stroll among the trees while they were still naked in their Winter dormancy. All season long I had been captivated by these monumental pillars of the natural world while they stood silently in the backdrop. Coming from the West, this was the first time I had ever seen most of these trees in their bare skeletons because the pictures commonly favored them in their full summer attire. It was amazing to experience what a difference it made with all their ephemeral features gone, especially the stillness, the silence. As I walked, a question began to form in my mind: If you removed your beliefs, emotions, opinions, attitudes, politics, and anything else that was fleeting or learned, what form would be left? It reminded me of a sticker that asked, “Who would you be without your story?
The Bare Bones | inventingsnow.com
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For hours they had been digging underneath a sweltering sun, scavenging for a crop that clearly wasn’t there. The potatoes had long returned back to the earth in hollow shells of rot underneath the soil, capable of only nourishing the maggots and worms. Everyone knew it was a total loss, yet the forewoman couldn’t pull herself away from the hope that there would be some redemption among the weeds – something to harvest in place of failure.
The Lioness | inventingsnow.com
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