A Study of Angleworms that Have Come Apart

They continued the following evening under the heading “Other Pitiful Animals.”

“Small animals are a great problem. I wish God had never created small animals, or else that He had made them so they could talk, or else that He’d given them better faces. Space. Take moths. They fly at the lamp and burn themselves, and then they fly right back again. It can’t be instinct, because that isn’t the way it works. They just don’t understand, so they go right on doing it. Then they lie on their backs and all their legs quiver, and then they’re dead. Did you get all that? Does it sound good?

“Very good,” Grandmother said. 

Sophia stood up and shouted, “Say this: say I hate everything that dies slow! Say I hate everything that won’t let you help! Did you write that?”

-from “Of Angleworms and Others” in The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

This book. Seriously, so good. I could type out the whole thing. Pick it up, open it at random and you’re reading some of the cleanest, most precise, innovative language I’ve read. Good, good, good, good. 

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a little white alp

I thought it would be the way I’d feel if I ever visited Europe. I’d come home, and if I looked closely into the mirror I’d be able to make out a little white Alp at the back of my eye.

-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

imaginary donut

The Filipino-style Chinese donut, or shtekeleh, is the great contribution of the District of Sitka to the food lovers of the world….A panatela of fried dough not quite sweet, not quite salty, rolled in sugar, crisp-skinnned, tender inside, and honeycombed with air pockets. You sink it in your cup of milky tea and close your eyes, and for ten fat seconds, you seem to glimpse the possibility of finer things.

The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, Michael Chabon

I did some research and this donut does not actually exist. Chabon made it up. There are people combing the internet for recipes, begging chef’s to try to invent one. I love it that a book can build a world people want to live in, or at least put in their bellies.

this moment

are you okay with the others that came before or is sharing a compromise if it is then I’m sorry start again this is the first and you are the first first and no one will ever come again really this is a problem of memory who is the subject or the object who starts I assure you all we have is this moment this moment this one

-from Croak by Jenny Sampirisi

I love this so much. I assure you, all we have is this moment. This moment. This one.

I die.