Katherine Sharpe is a writer living in Brooklyn. Read more about her here.
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Thanks to the marvels of the internet, I’ve just tracked down a poem that I have wanted to re-read since sophomore year of college. I remembered only the name, "Samurai Song," and the venue, The New Yorker . Granted, having known those two things, it wouldn’t have been all that hard to find. But in [...]
then I recommend picking up a copy of Marguerite Duras’s ‘The Lover’ as your something-sensational-to-read-on-the-train. It’s not the effect I was going for—it’s just the book that called to me most loudly from the ‘summer reading’ 10% off rack at McNally Robinson, swear—but I thought the phenomenon too interesting and, frankly, too pronounced not to [...]
I’ve been reading a lot of different things these past couple days, including Elizabeth Kolbert’s “Reporter at Large” piece in the new New Yorker, about alternative energy in the town of Samsø, in Denmark. I loved the piece; I think it’s important to hear good news, of which there really is some, about the environment. [...]
…by which I mean, maybe I’ll start posting on this blog some. I found this on Der Speigel’s website recently: Dieter Grube’s pictures of Berlin at night. All the more special to me for the fact that they’re taken on slide film and not digitally manipulated. I love the star-points around the street lamps:
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