Why There Are Words (WTAW) launches its Betty imprint, dedicated to publishing books by women for everyone, today. Read more about it here.

Why There Are Words (WTAW) launches its Betty imprint, dedicated to publishing books by women for everyone, today. Read more about it here.
This concept (Depth of Focus) is so beautifully described (still on the Introduction to Storm of Steel — if this book is full of the ‘blood lust,’ this Introduction may be as close as I get to Ernst Junger) by Michael Hofmann:
Wow! I mean . . . WOW!
Essay # 1: A Town Ringed by Missiles
Imagine turning your head and holding your arm out, as if for a blood test. You feel a slight prick, you loosen the tie, and then suddenly this warmth floods up; you feel a rush that begins at the base of your spine and surges up until it explodes in your head, like light. Then, for hours, you float in a bubble of warmth and well-being, dreams as vivid as movies drift before your eyes. This is why people like heroin.
Imagine you no longer feel like an ordinary girl, bland and vulnerable, but like a girl who is daring, an outsider, one of the guys.
This is why I tried it in the first place.
Beth, is this you, Beth?
I knew you when I was a shy Filipina in the Stanford Creative Writing Program, 23 years old and tongue-tied. And possibly the most naive person ever to enter a Creative Writing Program. And you were kind to me. Why didn’t you just stick me in a trash can and say, You’re hopeless! You convent-bred wuss! I mean, I would have understood if you burst out laughing at every single thing I said in workshop. I even attempted to be more “American” by choosing to spend my first month in the program reading — guess what? No, not Raymond Carver. Not Grace Paley. Moby Dick! Lame! Now I hate Herman Melville!
But, let’s turn back to the essay I’ve just started reading:
Janis was still alive, I think, maybe even Morrison and Hendrix. The Civil Rights Bill was six years old.
Stay tuned.
Self loves that she can join Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge (CFFC) this week. She has got a gallery of rides!
The quote from Louise Gluck is on p. 85 of Dear Memory:
Victoria Chang: “Louise Gluck talks about how writing is the act of learning to know.”
It is very interesting how Chang, in writing about grief, ends up writing about writing.
Stay tuned.
Sometimes writing can feel like digging holes, planting and replanting things that might never turn into anything. My eyes point down when I’m planting, but the breath of something else is always in my ears. Sometimes that breath is mortality. Other times, that breath is history. Sometimes memory. Sometimes the moon. Oftentimes, silence.
— Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief, p. 77
It appears self’s books have been available on kindle for a few years. She never knew!
Two of the four:
The cover of The Lost Language is a detail of a painting by the late, great Filipino artist Santiago Bose.
Posting for Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday.