Tumblr (3.0; @ysalit)http://ysalit.tumblr.com/<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1mpdbWVYl1rpcwpyo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mikecasey904.tumblr.com/post/20103266375/this-photo-reminds-me-of-calvinos-book-a">mikecasey904</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>This photo reminds me of Calvino’s book. A fictional character reading about another fictional character. Its kinda one of the chain ideas that calvino is going with in his book.</p> </blockquote>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/20996782576http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/20996782576Thu, 12 Apr 2012 21:00:24 -0400<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxrcaytA2m1qzc4g7o1_400.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>Thoughts on the book: I got annoyed here and there because I just wanted to read one story and get into that story without it changes every chapter.</p>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19704026367http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19704026367Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:54:33 -0400<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0xn0rKdJa1qb9pexo1_500.png"/><br/><br/><blockquote> <p>Italo Calvino,<em> If on a winter’s night a traveler</em></p> </blockquote>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19703910899http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19703910899Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:52:41 -0400<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0yv1cMJrH1qj73e2o1_500.gif"/><br/><br/><p>With all the different perspectives in Italo Calvino…. this is what it felt like.</p>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19703734380http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19703734380Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:49:51 -0400“Perhaps true, total photography, he thought, is a pile of fragments of private images, against the creased background of massacres and coronations.”<br/><br/> - <em>Italo Calvino, <em>Adventures of a Photographer</em> (via <a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://verbumsat.tumblr.com/">verbumsat</a>)</em>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19703370384http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/19703370384Wed, 21 Mar 2012 19:44:01 -0400<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mQ3YxI-QjmQ?wmode=transparent&autohide=1&egm=0&hd=1&iv_load_policy=3&modestbranding=1&rel=0&showinfo=0&showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ladysmith.tumblr.com/post/16893273398/my-dude-paul-muldoon-reading-a-hummingbird">ladysmith</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>My dude, Paul Muldoon, reading “A Hummingbird” from <em>Maggot.  </em>One of my favorite poems from this collection.</p> </blockquote> <p>Thought you guys would like Paul Muldoon himself describing “A Hummingbird”</p>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/18414580597http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/18414580597Mon, 27 Feb 2012 21:18:35 -0500<p>Makes you wonder what plan A was&#8230; in a way it&#8217;s like Muldoon thought of plan B while a book was on his head.. &#8220;<span>On my own head be it if, after the years of elocution and pianoforte&#8221; he says in the beginning and then ends with &#8220;</span><span>to the book balanced on my head.&#8221;</span></p>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/18414373918http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/18414373918Mon, 27 Feb 2012 21:15:40 -0500<iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_17579650529" src="http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/17579650529/audio_player_iframe/ysalit/tumblr_lzamgp6Rk51qbnnt1?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fysalit%2F17579650529%2Ftumblr_lzamgp6Rk51qbnnt1" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"></iframe><br/><br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://mysario.tumblr.com/post/17499627526/brand-new-mix-tape-but-when-i-say-lets-keep">mysario</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Brand New - “Mix Tape”</p> <blockquote> <p><em>But when I say let’s keep in touch,</em><br/><em>I really mean I wish that you’d grow up </em></p> </blockquote> </blockquote> <p>The first part of Tirade for the Mimic Muse reminds me of this song while I was reading it. They both expose everything they want to say.</p>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/17579650529http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/17579650529Mon, 13 Feb 2012 19:37:48 -0500<p>This poem makes me think that everything ends somewhere&#8230;</p> <p>&#8220;A child</p> <p>shifts in a cot.</p> <p>No matter what happens now</p> <p>I&#8217;ll never fill one again.&#8221;</p> <p>The child feels abandoned while seeing the branches and realizing that everything ends.</p>http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/17579472690http://ysalit.tumblr.com/post/17579472690Mon, 13 Feb 2012 19:34:57 -0500bolandpoem