writers being real

Writers being real is a collection of images of writers doing things like not writing. This collection is deliberately named. It could be called The Life of the Author, but then you might think I don't believe in The Death of the Author. And I do.

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Vladmir “It is not improbable that had there been no revolution in Russia, I would have devoted myself entirely to lepidopterology and never written any novels at all” Nabokov at work.

Maurice Sendak (on the right) before he grew up and wrote the book we all read before we grew up. And also after we grew up. Rest in peace.

Please enjoy this picture of denim-clad Dorothy Allison lounging on a motorcycle

A young Eileen Myles being real handsome with this dog. Please note: they’re wearing the same expression.

Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t know if you can handle this but: Virginia Woolf at the beach!

The Great Gatsby was published in April 1925, and in its honor, please enjoy F. Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda Fitzgerald in their swimsuits

Agatha Christie being one the first surfer babes (photograph from the Museum of British Surfing/SWNS.com) in Cape Town, South Africa

Dorothy West and Langston Hughes

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Zora Neale Hurston, 1935

Rest in peace Adrienne Rich (05/16/29-03/27/12)

A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

My swirling wants.  Your frozen lips. 
The grammar turned and attacked me. 
Themes, written under duress. 
Emptiness of the natations. 

They gave me a drug that slowed the healing of wounds. 

I want you to see this before I leave: 
the experience of repetition as death 
the gailure of criticism to locate the pain 
the poster in the bus that said: 
my bleeding is under control. 

A red plant in a cemetery of plastic wreaths. 

A last attempt: the language is a dialect called metaphor. 
These images go unglossed: hair, glacier, flashlinght. 
when I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time. 
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever. 
I could say: those mountains have a meaning 
but further than that I could not say. 

To do something very common, in my own way. 

1970

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