Andrew Weatherhead

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collages and blood: literary criticism

The following post consists of two things:

  1. Collages I’ve made on 5×8″ index cards over the past year and a half
  2. Paper towels and tissues I’ve used to stop myself from bleeding, the result of pulling off hangnails while sitting in front of a computer

I view this as an example of literary criticism (feel free to do otherwise).

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Word Spaces / 11 Comments
December 20th, 2012 / 9:20 pm

Reviews

A List of References in Mary Ruefle’s Madness, Rack, and Honey

Paul Valéry
Stéphane Mallarmé
Glandolyn Blue
Timothy Sure
Ralph Angel
Ezra Pound
Ernest Fenollosa
Roland Barthes
Gaston Bachelard
Cy Twombly
John Crowe Ransom
Dante
Barbra Hernstein Smith
Emily Dickinson
Walt Whitman
Sappho
Charles Simic
Paul Auster
Hayden Carruth
Pablo Neruda
Nicholas Negroponte
Keats
Julio Cortazar
Edward Lense
Robert Graves
Robert Lowell
Babette Deutsch
Anthony Burgess
Archibald Macliesh
James Kirkup
Anne Sexton
Andrei Voznesensky
Kenzaburo Oe
Eugenio Montale
Pablo Picasso
Vladimir Nabokov
Neil Armstrong
Alan Shepard
Edgar Mitchell
James Irwin
Alan Bean
Yeats
Nietzche
Jesus Christ
Wallace Stevens
the Dalai Lama
Maurice Blanchot
Philip Sterling
Tess Gallagher
God
Adam
Shelley READ MORE >
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September 20th, 2012 / 10:57 pm

they found a new photograph of Emily Dickinson

From the Guardian:

A photograph believed to be an extremely rare image of Emily Dickinson has surfaced in her home town of Amherst, Massachusetts, showing a young woman in old-fashioned clothes, a tiny smile on her lips and a hand extended solicitously towards her friend.

The rest of the article is fascinating, especially the details of how they verified the facial features of the new photograph against the old photograph.  The official medical report, linked in the article, is incredible.  To quote it:

Other similar facial features are evident between the women in the daguerreotypes. The right earlobe is higher on both women. The inferonasal corneal light reflex suggests corneal curvature similarity, allowing us to speculate about similar astigmatism in the two women. Both women have a central hair cowlick. Finally, both women have a more prominent left nasolabial fold.

She needed glasses.

I Like __ A Lot / 7 Comments
September 6th, 2012 / 10:06 am

Do you guys save your “papers”?  To what extent do you save your papers?

What was Blood Meridian about again?

ToBS R3: Daily facebook updates of what you ate while writing today v hating on Jonathan Safran-Foer

[matchup #54 in Tournament of Bookshit]

Last night I had a dream that I was talking to a really attractive girl at a bar in an airport.  We were having a great conversation, and I felt really good.  Somehow I had already seen the movie version of whatever J.S. Foer’s novel is called, and somehow this came up as a topic of conversation.  I laughed to myself and said, “You know what?  I liked that movie.  I really enjoyed watching it.”

 

The girl stared at me and said “why are you laughing?”

 

I said, “You know… because it’s that novel… by that guy.” READ MORE >

Contests / 7 Comments
May 25th, 2012 / 3:54 pm

Does anyone have any recommendations for bookstores in Denver?

a few rad things

THIS Friday, celebrate the release of Her Royal Majesty: Issue 12 with parties/readings in 6 international cities: Paris, London, Berlin, New York, Toronto, & Montreal… party info here, magazine ordering info here.

THIS Mary Ruefle erasure can be read online in its entirety and it is incredible.

THIS poem by Wallace Stevens is rad, confusing:

Lions in Sweden

No more phrases, Swenson: I was once
A hunter of those sovereigns of the soul
And savings banks, Fides, the sculptor’s prize,
All eyes and size, and galled Justitia,
Trained to poise the tables of the law,
Patientia forever soothing wounds
And mighty Fortitudo, frantic bass.
But these shall not adorn my souvenirs,
These lions, these majestic images.
If the fault is with the soul, the sovereigns
Of the soul must likewise be at fault, and first.
If the fault is with the souvenirs, yet these
Are the soul itself.  And the whole of the soul, Swenson,
As every man in Sweden will concede,
Still hankers after lions, or, to shift,
Still hankers after sovereign images.
If the fault is with the lions, send them back
To Monsieur Dufy’s Hamburg whence they came.
The vegetation still abounds with forms.

Thank you. I hope everyone is good.

Random / 5 Comments
May 10th, 2012 / 2:20 am

sentences I liked from Tim Kinsella’s book

“From textured freckling, like sand had been thrown at her when her thick skin was wet once and stuck, her blanched blue eyes burst.”

“Against Beau’s head to the floor Will pushed.”

“There might be someone older than her who had spent more cumulative hours, but no one had ever spent as high of a percentage of their time pretending to sleep.”

“The multiverse, she thought, infinite dimensions.”

“Clinical lighting heightened by contrast the blue outside, the space cavernous, so sparse with shoppers.”

“The light fell where it did and stayed where it fell and did not dispense in any functional way and who could help but think, seeing this lighting strategy in action for the first time, What kind of place have I agree to surrender all of my younger self’s hopes for my future self to?”

“Once the thick pee started, the stories and him were made totally separate by it.”

“Only troubled does anything point back at itself.”

“Always did surprise him, the plans he made, like dares to himself, You really gonna?  You got the nerve?  When it came time to execute those plans, he was still just trying to surprise himself even when seeing a plan through.”

“I am aware I am a type, the type who at every opportunity has rejected any decision that would make one more of a type.”

“Despising it in others, it was still sometimes all he ever wanted, silliness.”

“‘Jesus, Ronnie, your daughter is a bitch-daughter.'”

Random / 4 Comments
April 13th, 2012 / 5:34 pm