"Bookshops are infested with ideas. Books are quivering, murmuring creatures."
- Severina, Rodrigo Rey Rosa (trans. Chris Andrews)

(Source: unnewsworthy, via skylightbooks)

"Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go."
- from Fahrenheit 451: A Novel (via vintageanchorbooks)

"Silence fell over the Cosmic Brotherhood members like a heavy fleece blanket. All eyes were closed, all necks tensed, all breaths on hold. The moment of a manifestation had come. Maestro exhaled loudly, opened his thin, sinewy arms and raised them to the sky, "I am Joan of Arc, the Maid of Orleans!" he yelled in a high-pitched voice that bore no resemblance to his usual baritone, professional tone. "I’ve come to Havanna to proclaim love, unity and peace." —from "The Astral Plane" by Teresa Dovalpage

The Astral Plane Teresa Dovalpage UNO Press National Short Story Month

"My main statement is I’m an African American from New Orleans, but I wanted to put things in here that people outside of New Orleans could relate to as well. Through the masks, through the figures, books, and images, I can have other conversation pieces in here that expand the museum and challenge people to consider who they are connected to."
— Ronald Lewis, from The House of Dance & Feathers
Find out more about Ronald’s museum here.

"My main statement is I’m an African American from New Orleans, but I wanted to put things in here that people outside of New Orleans could relate to as well. Through the masks, through the figures, books, and images, I can have other conversation pieces in here that expand the museum and challenge people to consider who they are connected to."

— Ronald Lewis, from The House of Dance & Feathers

Find out more about Ronald’s museum here.

(Source: hahaclark)

House of Dance & Feathers Mardi Gras Indians Ronald W. Lewis UNO Press beadwork

Bidding farewell to National Poetry month with a short piece by New Orleans legend Everette Maddox:

Twilight on the Verandah: Poem for Banjo

Dance on you blue firefly
glowworm
lightning bug
moth
moonbeam
Japanese lantern
will-o’-the-wisp
with somebody else
I’m only a shuffler myself
and if I touched you
you’d pop
like a lovely party favor
all over Oak Street

Everette Maddox NaPoMo poetry UNO Press Oak Street New Orleans