We just published the next batch of Poetry in Motion in conjunction with our partners at the Poetry Society of America. Have you seen Tracy K. Smith’s poem The Good Life, paired with a detail from artist Amy Bennett’s Heydays, located at the 86th Street subway station on the R Line? Keep an eye out for this beautiful new card! 

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How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.
~Kurt Tucholsky  (via armchairoxfordscholar)

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Henri, le Chat Noir, An Angst-Filled Feline Philosopher

All great and precious things are lonely.
~John Steinbeck, East of Eden  (via armchairoxfordscholar)

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Apparently this old haunt of grad school days is still there.  Wonder if my old friend Denise is still trying to be European in America. But most of all the burning question: ” Ou sont les potages d’antan?”

Librarian Mission District Bar Crawl

Hey bookslingers, tumblarians, twitterbrarians, assorted MLIS students, and other information professionals: do you live in the Bay Area? Can you arrive in San Francisco’s Mission District between 6:00pm and 7:00pm tomorrow night, May 25? 

The Information Amateurs Social Club is organizing a northward crawl of the Mission in search of cocktails, tacos, ice cream and anything else this thriving neighborhood has to offer. We’ll gather at the starting point — Iron & Gold — at 6:00, and once an hour has passed we’ll start the march.

Come on out and join us. Strangers are welcome. I look like this guy, minus the beard. Let me know you’re coming, and I’ll message you my number so you can find us if we’re walking.

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Mark Twain in the lab of Nikola Tesla. 1894.

Birds scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth, but sadly we don’t speak bird.
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