Erica Lorraine Scheidt's Blog, page 6

You will hear thunder and remember me
And think: she wanted storms.
Anna Akhmatova via the Ugly EarringPhoto: couple on the subway, 1946 by Stanley Kubrick

Something good from Wendy MacNaughton. Tonight.

She was just beginning to speak in short sentences. She was at the juncture in her babyhood when it was possible she knew everything worth knowing. She understood the texture of her family; she understood territory and rage and love, although she couldn't say much more than ball and moo, I want, pretty girl, and bad dog. From A Map of the World, Jane Hamilton
Photo: Linda McCartney 1982 via DOMAHOKA

Within ten seconds
I knew I wanted to kiss your eyelids.
This is why I kept staring
Past you, as if to a cold horizon.
You were not boring me, as you thought.
I was looking to where you stood
From Within Ten Seconds by John Fowles on The Saturday Poem
Photo: Ferry Ride, Maine by More & Co. 

There are ravens on the roof
of both places.
Perhaps they are the same ravens.I can’t tell.
If Roni Horn were here
she’d say ravensare like water,
they are wildly constant.
They are a sign of Iceland.from "Wildly Constant," Anne CarsonPhoto: we are in love by fuck you very much

Favorite places to eat in SF? ...Commonwealth, Delfina, Delfina Pizzeria, Flour and Water, Bar Tartine, Range, Zuni Cafe, Outerlands, and Kappou Gomi.  Leif with Ashley Rose Helvey
Photo: Mussel, salicornia, beach weeds, wildflowers 
(all foraged from Laird's Landing) by ARH

Adrienne and Jay of Vallejo's Food Rescue are growing kids, raising vegetables, building family and community, while playing records, facing cancer and being grateful. You can follow along at Muddy Feet Farms, Food Rescue, Muddy Feet Memoirs and deyoung deconstructed.
Photo: Adrienne and Jay via Northbay Uprising

"...I've alway been interested in those narratives that we choose to tell again and again..." Dr. Hila Shachar in The Tuesday Interview.
Cultural Afterlives and Screen Adaptations of Literary Classics by Dr. Hila Shachar

Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it. Marie Howe
Photo: the Kitchen of the Lisa, July 2012 by Jonathan Levitt

Cover to cover. Started in the backyard and finished, just now, on this warm afternoon. A wildly satisfying novel.
Photo by my love