Robots & Honey

Just imagine finding your kid sister's diary

colorofmagic:

Jeremy May, Literary Jewels

I think this is one of the coolest ideas. May takes books, cuts our pages, laminates them together and creates jewelry. The bracelet is made out of Sherlock Holmes and is still for sale, which makes me drool just a bit. Go check it out!

(via fuckyeahbookarts)

Cover your arms.
Don’t let your elbows
show.

That’s what my neighbors
down in Alabama tell
their daughters
so no elbow
plump or thin
tan or pink
will entice others
to passion.

But if I thought
my scrawny, two-toned
elbows would lure you

if I thought
my skinny, sharp-boned
elbows could secure you

I’d flap my arms
like a chicken
like a pea-fowl
like a guinea hen

when next I saw you
honey
I’d roll
up my sleeves and
sin
sin
sin.

—Minnie Bruce Pratt, Elbows (via grammatolatry)

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fuckyeahbookarts: Britannica Atlas (Altered Book) by Shannon Newby  “The last few centuries have seen an incredible transformation in the interpretation and usage of the book: from prized possession, to transmitter of information, to art object, to a bulky item often set aside in favor of a digital equivalent. In this body of work entitled “By Its Cover,” I have dismantled and reconfigured books to reflect on the past, present and future history of the written word and its relationship to culture, individuals and society as a whole.” I really wanna do this.

fuckyeahbookarts:

Britannica Atlas (Altered Book) by Shannon Newby 

“The last few centuries have seen an incredible transformation in the interpretation and usage of the book: from prized possession, to transmitter of information, to art object, to a bulky item often set aside in favor of a digital equivalent. In this body of work entitled “By Its Cover,” I have dismantled and reconfigured books to reflect on the past, present and future history of the written word and its relationship to culture, individuals and society as a whole.”


I really wanna do this.

I’ve always had a Hungry Heart.

I am still in shock that the EP is finished. It’s hard to believe that I wrote my very first song little under two years ago. Or that my first show was a year ago. It’s incredible to me to be staring at a cd with my name printed on it. That holds my music. 

To be honest, putting out a cd is kind of like giving birth (or so I would imagine). You have something living inside of you just bidding it’s time until it enters the world. But for months it feeds on what you feed on and it makes you tired and frustrated and gives you backaches and headaches and steals your sleep. It takes your time and it costs your money. And you wait impatiently (if you’re me) for it to GTHO (get the hell out) and then it finally does and you can breathe again.

But you stare at it all covered in blood and sweat and tears and you can’t help but love it. It is a direct expression of part of you for all the world to see and experience. And you think everything about it is important and special. Even the weirdly shaped mole on it’s cheek. 

This album is especially dear to me. It’s comprised of so much of my early music and it’s riddled with my heart. So much of my college experience has been about being hungry for something and not always understanding why or whether it’s okay, or if it’ll be satisfied. Sometimes I’ve hungered for love. Other times for patience or the tolerance for change. For understanding. In a way, writing each song was posing a question: “Can my hunger be satisfied?” For the longest time that hunger was terrifying to me. If you have hunger, you eat something and then you’re full. But how do you feed a hungry heart? I can’t say that I have that answer in it’s entirety yet. But the recording of this album was a gentle way of reminding myself that hunger doesn’t last forever. That hunger is a gift disguised as an emptiness and it teaches us hope. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst.

And it’s crazy to me to think that there are at least six people in the world that think my music is good enough to invest in (David, Morgan, Emily, Jordan, Chris, Phillip) over the course of roughly 6 sweat filled months. With LOTS of ukulele tuning. I just can’t help but feel like I’m caught up in the good life. 

I’m freaking out. And I’m already 5 months pregnant again. (METAPHORICALLY, OKAY.)

If you wanna hear what I’ve been working on, you can do it here:

abigailblythe.bandcamp.com