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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>so be it. evoke the forms. where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.</description><title>evoke the forms</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @evoketheforms)</generator><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>James Joyce | Ulysses | Sylvia Beach, 1922</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/96b890c29bdd60a269dbd91c5136690d/tumblr_moeov8KvAb1qggq97o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;James Joyce | &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt; | Sylvia Beach, 1922&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52980876179</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52980876179</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 19:21:08 -0400</pubDate><category>james joyce</category><category>ulysses</category><category>lit</category><category>june</category></item><item><title>"She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers..."</title><description>“She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the lightbulbs.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1955/11/19/1955_11_19_051_TNY_CARDS_000249977" target="_blank"&gt;J.D. Salinger | “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters” | &lt;em&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/em&gt;, 1955&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52958987759</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52958987759</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 13:50:00 -0400</pubDate><category>j.d. salinger</category><category>the new yorker</category><category>lit</category><category>short story</category></item><item><title>npr:

life:

LIFE.com celebrates Father’s Day with a special...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/718631113c73994ef872363f4238eb9b/tumblr_moe1dnk8hs1qbz9meo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://npr.tumblr.com/post/52954405919/life-life-com-celebrates-fathers-day-with-a" target="_blank"&gt;npr&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://life.tumblr.com/post/52952394522/life-com-celebrates-fathers-day-with-a-special" target="_blank"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;LIFE.com celebrates Father’s Day &lt;a href="http://ti.me/1abhYVl%20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with a special gallery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; featuring classic portraits of famous dads and their daughters.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictured:&lt;/strong&gt; John F. Kennedy with daughter Caroline, 1958.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Ed Clark—Time &amp; Life Pictures/Getty Images)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52958137946</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52958137946</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 13:36:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Cover of Isol’s La Bella Griselda. The Argentinian...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/65c37bd5868e904989285a04ddd995b9/tumblr_moe8egL70Y1qggq97o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cover of Isol’s &lt;em&gt;La Bella Griselda. &lt;/em&gt;The Argentinian illustrator won the 2013 &lt;span&gt;Astrid Lindgren memorial prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/gallery/2013/mar/26/astrid-lindgren-winner-2013-isol?CMP=twt_gu#/?picture=406245559&amp;index=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Read more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52957444649</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52957444649</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 13:25:28 -0400</pubDate><category>illustration</category><category>lit</category><category>book cover</category><category>astrid lindgren</category><category>children's literature</category></item><item><title>gurafiku:

Japanese Theater Poster: Hikarigoke. Kyoko Takahashi....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f0ca56e0612a674298020e5f99820dcb/tumblr_moabwwv1JU1qaz1ado1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gurafiku.tumblr.com/post/52791324498/japanese-theater-poster-hikarigoke-kyoko" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;gurafiku&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Japanese Theater Poster: Hikarigoke. Kyoko Takahashi. 2012&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52798733145</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52798733145</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:02:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>theparisreview:

“I’m not Hans Christian Andersen. Nobody’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5972967d58fc5a0642dd172055a54d00/tumblr_mo6uxzapOm1qced37o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theparisreview.tumblr.com/post/52639293748/im-not-hans-christian-andersen-nobodys-gonna" target="_blank"&gt;theparisreview&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m not Hans Christian Andersen. Nobody’s gonna make a statue in the park with a lot of scrambling kids climbing up me. I won’t have it, okay?” —&lt;a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2013/06/10/dont-be-so-sure/" target="_blank"&gt;Maurice Sendak, 2004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52639349626</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52639349626</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 13:52:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>John Steinbeck | Cannery Row | The Viking Press, 1945
(resonant...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/966418560eb2f045ccbcd481c825c626/tumblr_mo5jqd7wOk1qggq97o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Steinbeck | &lt;em&gt;Cannery Row&lt;/em&gt; | The Viking Press, 1945&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(resonant with &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/09/opinion/sunday/how-not-to-be-alone.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jonathan Safran Foer’s essay “How Not to Be Alone”&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52588573195</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52588573195</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 20:51:49 -0400</pubDate><category>john steinbeck</category><category>lit</category><category>nytimes</category><category>cannery row</category><category>jonathan safran foer</category></item><item><title>NYT | "How Not to Be Alone" | Jonathan Safran Foer | June 8, 2013</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/09/opinion/sunday/how-not-to-be-alone.html?pagewanted=2&amp;_r=0"&gt;NYT | "How Not to Be Alone" | Jonathan Safran Foer | June 8, 2013&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;…everyone is always in need of something that another person can give, be it undivided attention, a kind word or deep empathy. There is no better use of a life than to be attentive to such needs. There are as many ways to do this as there are kinds of loneliness, but all of them require attentiveness, all of them require the hard work of emotional computation and corporeal compassion. All of them require the human processing of the only animal who risks “getting it wrong” and whose dreams provide shelters and vaccines and words to crying strangers.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes. Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life. It can be messy, and painful, and almost impossibly difficult. But it is not something we give. It is what we get in exchange for having to die.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52583739081</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52583739081</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 19:40:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>printeresting:

(via softpyramid) Richard Tuttle, Step by Step,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/77a1dcd923df8bcae9e348e00d047c57/tumblr_miu176JzAe1qex654o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://printeresting.tumblr.com/post/44108611938/via-softpyramid-richard-tuttle-step-by-step" target="_blank"&gt;printeresting&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="tumblr_blog"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.softpyramids.info/post/44063079042/richard-tuttle-step-by-step-2003-woodcut-80-x" target="_blank"&gt;softpyramid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="tumblr_blog"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;Richard Tuttle, &lt;em&gt;Step by Step&lt;/em&gt;, Woodcut, 80 x 40.5”, 2003.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52423044590</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52423044590</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 21:20:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>arpeggia:

Sally Mann - Immediate Family, 1992
Artist’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2f5b9306cd42104fe6f54e91a28174f3/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bb1eb3aa66d17346e3d9fd02221f93c7/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o7_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/aede7f5f4bf934d764b79d8e19d295f3/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o8_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/3d21630f50c50def626e650f4fb7626d/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o6_r3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/099bb7d45ed499fab6482a15bef55eb3/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o5_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/28a1c323fa56e54ba3702821db2d4356/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o4_r2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/e121e4b6df8f6efb435a6b36332dddf0/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o2_r3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/212046d54ab9cdc3f3e21104371a9b9f/tumblr_mngwkceqc61qdrgo9o3_r3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://arpeggia.tumblr.com/post/51534179845" target="_blank"&gt;arpeggia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sallymann.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sally Mann&lt;/a&gt; - Immediate Family, 1992&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Artist’s statement:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“These are photographs of my children … many of these pictures are intimate, some are fictions and some are fantastic, but most are of ordinary things every mother has seen. I take pictures when they are bloodied or sick or naked or angry. They dress up, they pout and posture, they paint their bodies, they dive like otters in the dark river.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Read more about Sally Mann at &lt;a href="http://www.gagosian.com/artists/sally-mann" target="_blank"&gt;Gagosian Gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52422773264</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52422773264</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 21:16:32 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"One of my basic notions for a long, long time is that there is this mysterious mountain out there..."</title><description>““One of my basic notions for a long, long time is that there is this mysterious mountain out there called reality. We novelists are always trying to climb it. We are mountaineers, and the question is, Which face do you attack? Different faces call for different approaches, and some demand a knotty and convoluted interior style. Others demand great simplicity. The point is that style is an attack on the nature of reality.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/5775/the-art-of-fiction-no-193-norman-mailer" target="_blank"&gt;Norman Mailer&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theparisreview.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;theparisreview&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52422754523</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52422754523</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 21:16:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Allan Peterson | Fragile Acts | McSweeney’s, 2012</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a0fe9e82787674139b9d4de557ff4b9/tumblr_mo1uyk0HRO1qggq97o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Allan Peterson | &lt;em&gt;Fragile Acts &lt;/em&gt;| McSweeney’s, 2012&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52421903983</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/52421903983</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 21:03:56 -0400</pubDate><category>allan peterson</category><category>mcsweeney's</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"…What use is innocence or proof.

What if they just told us blackbirds are only sucking color..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;…What use is innocence or proof.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What if they just told us blackbirds are only sucking color from things&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;around them maybe a mixed inheritance of coal and impressionism&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;or how you can sweat like crazy and play electric bass and not be electrocuted&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;unless you touch two E strings at once he said inferring from the stories&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;of birds fried on the powerlines once their tails hit the one behind.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Allan Peterson | from &lt;span&gt;“Innocence or Proof” |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragile Acts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt; | McSweeney’s, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/51443103319</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/51443103319</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 22:48:00 -0400</pubDate><category>allan peterson</category><category>poetry</category><category>mcsweeney's</category></item><item><title>"The Totality of Facts





The laughing gull that flew behind the fencepost
and never came out was..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;The Totality of Facts&lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The laughing gull that flew behind the fencepost&lt;br/&gt;
and never came out was the beginning&lt;br/&gt;
and then a hand smaller than my hand covered Wisconsin&lt;br/&gt;
with a gesture for explanation.&lt;br/&gt;
In the afternoon there are pauses between the words&lt;br/&gt;
through which commas can grow like daisy fleabane.&lt;br/&gt;
A fish with an osprey in its back emerges from the Sound&lt;br/&gt;
and nothing can be learned by more analysis.&lt;br/&gt;
The book of her hair opens to its binding and I leaf through&lt;br/&gt;
the glorious pages of appreciation and that’s not all.&lt;br/&gt;
We could not have turned fast enough to catch&lt;br/&gt;
light and leftovers from so much of what happened:&lt;br/&gt;
the swift figures behind you like a planet’s dark&lt;br/&gt;
companion, ships entering and leaving the hall closet&lt;br/&gt;
the real and imagined between which is no difference.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Allan Peterson | “&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/245728" target="_blank"&gt;The Totality of Facts&lt;/a&gt;” | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragile Acts | &lt;/em&gt;McSweeney’s, &lt;span&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/51437140198</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/51437140198</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 21:25:00 -0400</pubDate><category>allan peterson</category><category>mcsweeney's</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>"As drawing from a songbird’s


coloratura, I dreamt the secret to prosperity is being
commonesque."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;As drawing from a songbird’s&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
coloratura, I dreamt the secret to prosperity is being&lt;br/&gt;
commonesque.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/timothy-donnelly" target="_blank"&gt;Timothy Donnelly&lt;/a&gt; | from “The Rumored Existence of Other People” | &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/timothy-donnelly" target="_blank"&gt;The &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/timothy-donnelly" target="_blank"&gt;Cloud Corporation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/51096098561</link><guid>http://evoketheforms.tumblr.com/post/51096098561</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 17:28:25 -0400</pubDate><category>Timothy Donnelly</category><category>poetry</category><category>prosperity</category></item><item><title>monoscope:

Olivetti Poster — Herbert Bayer
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/058ea00357a3341fa6459f839661f6a6/tumblr_mmydngehuf1qh34nbo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://monoscope.tumblr.com/post/50661744552/olivetti-poster-herbert-bayer" target="_blank"&gt;monoscope&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblioklept.org/2013/05/16/olivetti-typewriter-poster-herbert-bayer/" target="_blank"&gt;Olivetti Poster — Herbert Bayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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