Posted 2 weeks ago

Me and Religion

Assuming you believe in Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden…
Assuming you believe that Eve offered Adam the Forbidden Fruit…

I have to ask myself why didn’t Adam say, “No thanks, Eve.”

Well of course I know why. His libido said, hey, if I partake of this fruit, I will probably get to have sex with Eve. Bring on the fruit.

So once again, Eve gets blamed for Adam’s inability to control his libido.

And the blame continues to this day.

Eve, aka Woman, is always blamed for Adam’s, aka men’s, inability to deny responsibility for his own choices.

If Eve didn’t do this, then of course Adam wouldn’t have done that. If Eve wasn’t on a dark street, then of course Adam wouldn’t have assaulted her. If Eve didn’t dress that way, then Adam wouldn’t be tempted by her.

Which directly leads us to a world in which violence against women is somehow the fault of the woman.

Aka, original sin. And didn’t Adam sin as willingly as Eve?

There’s a lot of reasons why I’m an atheist.

Posted 3 weeks ago

Sometimes, don’t you just want to do an online search that begins with “Where did I put my ________________ ?”

Posted 1 month ago


Greetings, book friends! Some of you may have become acquainted with Corpus Libris over the last 5 years — when it started on a quiet night at Skylight Books in 2008, as it grew on Blogspot and Twitter, and as submissions came in from all over the world. It only seemed appropriate to breathe some new life into the project on Tumblr. You’ll revisit some photos you’ve seen before, you’ll see new ones, and hopefully, you’ll submit some yourselves!

All you have to do is click the red “Submit” button at the top of the page, select a photo, and for the caption, put the title of the book, the author(s), and where the photo was taken (either the bookstore/library/company, or the city). Or, if it’s easier for you, you can email corpuslibris AT gmail DOT com.

This project has been one of my biggest spots of joy over the last few years, and I’m excited to continue sharing it with all of you.

All the best,

Emily Pullen


The Secret Lives of Sports Fans by Eric Simons at WORD

Manhood by Mels Van Driel at Skylight Books

The Operators by Michael Hastings at Skylight Books

Donnybrook by Frank Bill at WORD

Corpus by Alejandra Figueroa at Third Place Books

In One Person by John Irving at Skylight Books

Posted 1 month ago






Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)

I can’t not reblog this.

This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.

yes its back


(Source: likeafieldmouse)

Posted 1 month ago


It’s a Pollock, it’s a Haring; it’s a person! — How one photographer transforms people into art: Veteran photographer Art Wolfe has spent years documenting everything from landscapes in Madagascar to the art of the Maori tribe. In his newest series, The Human Canvas Project, he draws from his experience as a painter to blend the human form seamlessly into his images.

In a talk at TEDxRainier, Wolfe gives insight into his evolution as a photographer, and just how he transforms a regular person into a work of art.

Watch the whole talk here»

Posted 1 month ago

The Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker

I’m writing this review prematurely. I admit I have only finished two of the three novels. I’m doing this because, first it’s not really a review, and second it’s more about my own feelings about the time and place of the novels, as it is about anything.

I’m fascinated by the young men and women of Britain during World War I.  So much so, that as an undergrad history major I wrote my favorite term paper on this subject and loved every minute. My soul was in that paper.  I’m not a huge fan of poetry, although I do have favorites. Among them are Siegfried Sassoon’s poems of the period. I’ve read Ford Maddox Ford and Robert Graves. I have enjoyed Vera Brittain’s Testament of Youth. It was a wonderful time for literature so my list goes on and on.

I don’t know what about it is about this period fascinates me so much. It may be that many of my formative years were in the shadow of the Viet Nam war. Although my contemporaries didn’t go to war, my brother did. He was just a boy and came back a boy but with a man’s nightmares.  

I felt like I grew up in the shadow of Viet Nam. The war was a major factor in shaping my own belief system and politics to this day. The reflection of the war in the people around me put a ceiling on my ambition and enthusiasm in many ways.

Barker takes us to England during the time of war and has us view the war and society through the eyes of both fictional and historic characters.  There are a lot of references about actually being in the trenches, but the characters are in hospital or home on leave, working in the war office, or awaiting a tribunal that will decide their fate. The war progresses, and as it keeps going you see the continued wear and tear on them, as well as inside the heads of the fictional characters. It’s not pretty, but it’s realistic.

I can also draw parallels to today, as the military comes home between tours of duty in places like Afghanistan, they have a hard time transitioning back. Many want to go back and be with those men and women they fought alongside. There is a lot of symmetry, although it’s painful symmetry.

Frankly, a lot of it tears me up.

This is enough analysis for me. The books are thought provoking and worth a read. The real and fictional characters come to life for me. And their pain is real and believable.  I guess the best way to close this is with a poem by Siegfried Sassoon, written during those years.


The Poet as Hero

You’ve heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you’ve asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I’ve repented—
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.

You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.

But now I’ve said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my songs.


And one more

A Subaltern

He turned to me with his kind, sleepy gaze
And fresh face slowly brightening to the grin
That sets my memory back to summer days,
With twenty runs to make, and last man in.
He told me he’d been having a bloody time
In trenches, crouching for the crumps to burst,
While squeaking rats scampered across the slime
And the grey palsied weather did its worst.

But as he stamped and shivered in the rain,
My stale philosophies had served him well;
Dreaming about his girl had sent his brain
Blanker than ever—she’d no place in Hell….
‘Good God!’ he laughed, and slowly filled his pipe,
Wondering ‘why he always talked such tripe’.

Posted 1 month ago

I’m starting a new job next week and I feel like I’m selling my soul. Money is good. I need money, but after working a whole lot of years doing the same thing and feeling like it was sucking the life out of me I’m not looking forward to it again. Not to mention the 60 hour weeks. My words to myself are to just suck it up and get on with it, but they aren’t working.

Posted 2 months ago

I just finished this painting of dandelions on pallet board for someone special. It’s going to go outdoors, so I’m going to waterproof it so it will do well outdoors.  It’s pretty big, about 2-1/2’ by 3-1/2’.

Posted 2 months ago

Charlie Rose |

Charlie Rose interviews Donna Tartt on The Goldfinch, and so much more. She does a wonderful impromptu recitation of Yeats’ Sailing to Byzantium. It’s wonderful to hear her talk about her writing, and how important novels have been to her throughout her life.

Posted 2 months ago