TUMBLR

A scrapbook of stuff I'm reading / looking at / listening to / thinking about...



Posts tagged "letters"

Mar 17, 2014
Permalink
Kurt Vonnegut Once Sent This Amazing Letter To A High School


  What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
  
  Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
  
  Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
  
  Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals [sic]. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

Kurt Vonnegut Once Sent This Amazing Letter To A High School

What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.

Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.

Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?

Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals [sic]. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.

Nov 17, 2013
Permalink

May 11, 2013
Permalink
Frank Sinatra tells George Michael to suck it up and embrace his success


  Talent must not be wasted…those who have talent must hug it, embrace it, nurture it, and share it lest it be taken away from you as fast as it was loaned to you.


(thx @aweissman)

Frank Sinatra tells George Michael to suck it up and embrace his success

Talent must not be wasted…those who have talent must hug it, embrace it, nurture it, and share it lest it be taken away from you as fast as it was loaned to you.

(thx @aweissman)

Dec 14, 2012
Permalink
Carl Sandburg’s form letter for trolls

Carl Sandburg’s form letter for trolls

Oct 18, 2012
Permalink
Letters of Note: Drive safely and don’t abuse alcohol, drugs or candy

Here’s a link to the full text of the letter Winston Smith wrote me when I was 13, and here’s the story of how we met 15 years later.

Letters of Note: Drive safely and don’t abuse alcohol, drugs or candy

Here’s a link to the full text of the letter Winston Smith wrote me when I was 13, and here’s the story of how we met 15 years later.

Jul 31, 2012
Permalink

Jul 09, 2012
Permalink
A rebus-letter sent by Mark Twain to his wife


  Mark Twain (1835–1910, née Samuel Clemens) wrote essays on art and doodled in his journals, letters, and manuscripts, sometimes to entertain his children and sometimes for his own amusement. In addition, he used his artwork to secure patents for three inventions, including an “Improvement in Adjustable and Detachable Straps for Garments” (to replace suspenders); a history trivia game; and a self-pasting scrapbook coated with a dried adhesive that only needed to be moistened before use.


Read more: The Visual Art and Design of Famous Writers

A rebus-letter sent by Mark Twain to his wife

Mark Twain (1835–1910, née Samuel Clemens) wrote essays on art and doodled in his journals, letters, and manuscripts, sometimes to entertain his children and sometimes for his own amusement. In addition, he used his artwork to secure patents for three inventions, including an “Improvement in Adjustable and Detachable Straps for Garments” (to replace suspenders); a history trivia game; and a self-pasting scrapbook coated with a dried adhesive that only needed to be moistened before use.

Read more: The Visual Art and Design of Famous Writers

May 16, 2012
Permalink

blowncovers:

The Raw magazine rejection form letter

Feb 15, 2012
Permalink
John Waters’ letter of advice to his 16-year-old self, from the book, Dear Me

Filed under: anger

John Waters’ letter of advice to his 16-year-old self, from the book, Dear Me

Filed under: anger

(Source: vaincre, via fuckyeahmanuscripts)

Feb 04, 2012
Permalink
E. B. White with his dachshund, Minnie, and his letter to The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals:


  I have your letter, undated, saying that I am harboring an unlicensed dog in violation of the law. If by “harboring” you mean getting up two or three times every night to pull Minnie’s blanket up over her, I am harboring a dog all right.


Filed under: dudes with their dachshunds

E. B. White with his dachshund, Minnie, and his letter to The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals:

I have your letter, undated, saying that I am harboring an unlicensed dog in violation of the law. If by “harboring” you mean getting up two or three times every night to pull Minnie’s blanket up over her, I am harboring a dog all right.

Filed under: dudes with their dachshunds

Subscribe to my newsletter and get new art, writing, and interesting links delivered to your inbox every week.