This is the literary selection at the weekend urban market on Kirkwood, but this is also how my bed generally looks. There's a lot of space in my bed, so it doubles as a desk.
Currently sleeping with: James Baldwin, Eavan Boland, a textbook on photographic lighting, and a bulky biography on O'Connor, Merton, Day, and Percy, entitled The Life You Save May Be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage. In the chapter I recently read, author and activist Dorothy Day poses some questions much like my own:
"They were all engaged in another phase of the war in bohemia, the perpetual conflict between life and art...But the questions her friends were asking -- how might the writer take part in the affairs of the day? how could they reconcile the solitude and apartness of the writer's life with concern for the general welfare of society? -- were the questions she herself had been asking ever since she was a girl..."