Tuesday ☀️☀️ #October #Autumn #Walk

Autumn Beauty on my afternoon walk 🍁☀️

I see people are using the word “cunt” on nostr today. Reminds me of this piece: “Aside from the "dick beat," Emre has taken up the project of championing forgotten female writers — "the cunt beat," she joked. She has written about "modernism's forgotten mystic" Mary Butts, the surrealist Leonora Carrington, and Susan Taubes, whose 1969 feminine rage anthem "Divorcing," written from the perspective of the protagonist's severed head, was published just days before Taubes drowned herself.” I read Taubes this summer— great stuff

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#Morning read (switching back & forth from audio to text— and I’ve never seen the movie). His prose…🔥”She watched him, not unkindly. She smiled. Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they? No mam. Alejandra will be in Mexico with her mother for two weeks. Then she will be here for the summer. He swallowed. Whatever my appearance may suggest, I am not a particularly old fashioned woman. Here we live in a small world. A close world. Alejandra and I disagree strongly. Quite strongly in fact. She is much like me at that age and I seem at times to be struggling with my own past self. I was unhappy as a child for reasons that are no longer important. But the thing in which we are united, my niece and I … She broke off. She set the cup and saucer to one side. The polished wood of the table held a round shape of breath where they’d stood that diminished from the edges in and vanished. She looked up. I had no one to advise me, you see. Perhaps I would not have listened anyway. I grew up in a world of men. I thought this would have prepared me to live in a world of men but it did not. I was also rebellious and so I recognize it in others. Yet I think that I had no wish to break things. Or perhaps only those things that wished to break me….” ~Cormac McCarthy https://a.co/5dsmaeR

#books— scroll down for the bit about Alia Hanna Habib “This she managed by taking on clients early in their careers and convincing publishers to trust her taste. Sometimes on the basis of just one excellent article or small-press book, Habib started turning semi-unknowns into household names, like Clint Smith, Hanif Abdurraqib, Merve Emre (whom Habib has represented since her essay on female sociopaths was published on Digg)…”

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“The show’s creators, David Benioff and D. B. Weiss, have said that my character is a blend of Napoleon, Joan of Arc, and Lawrence of Arabia. And yet, in the weeks after we finished shooting the first season, despite all the looming excitement of a publicity campaign and the series première, I hardly felt like a conquering spirit. I was terrified. Terrified of the attention, terrified of a business I barely understood, terrified of trying to make good on the faith that the creators of “Thrones” had put in me. I felt, in every way, exposed. In the very first episode, I appeared naked, and, from that first press junket onward, I always got the same question: some variation of “You play such a strong woman, and yet you take off your clothes. Why?” In my head, I’d respond, “How many men do I need to kill to prove myself?” A Battle for My Life

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Emilia Clarke, of “Game of Thrones,” on Surviving Two Life-Threatening Aneurysms

“I’ve never told this story publicly, but now it’s time.”

Happy Birthday Emilia Clarke— love this movie clip from Last Christmas: #movies

Morning— on to my next audible 🐎 🎧

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All the Pretty Horses

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And… new prints at the Museum #art

beautiful weather in #Pittsburgh today ☀️🍁

Purchased some used #books today— I’ve been meaning to add these to my collection.

Listening to the rain ☔️ & reading an entry in Clarice Lispector’s *The Complete Crônicas* 1969: IF YOU MUST WRITE SOMETHING… If you must write something, at least don't squash the words that are there in between the lines. LOVE FOR THE EARTH Orange on the table. Blessed be the tree that brought you into the world.