bailedI thought I‘d enjoy this but found it tedious and depressing. Couldn‘t finish.
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The Undying: Pain, vulnerability, mortality, medicine, art, time, dreams, data, exhaustion, cancer, and care | 
bailedI thought I‘d enjoy this but found it tedious and depressing. Couldn‘t finish.
pickI read this too quickly and will definitely need to go back to this over and over with time. It's like peerng into a cauldron of someone's thoughts. bits and fragments that resonate but are very dense at times. Though I haven't had cancer, it speaks a lot to similar pains for people with any disability.
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pickI just finished this book last night. Ugh, it‘s so brilliant, weird, unclassifiable, angry, dark, bewildering, I love it. And it just won the Pulitzer!!!
Well, even though I haven't been able to concentrate on printed text for two weeks on account of anxiety over the pandemic, I was able to find solace in many hours of audiobooks plus some graphic novels. Based on the comments I've been seeing on Litsy and elsewhere, I know I'm not the only habitual reader who has found it hard to settle with a book.
pickThis #audiobook is a powerful, poetic revolt against misogyny, pink ribbon commerce & the injustices of the health care system in the USA, where a woman dies of breast cancer every 13 minutes. Diagnosed with triple-negative breast cancer, Boyer experienced “the curative forces of medical decimation.” She writes: “I survived, yet the ideological regime of cancer means that to call myself a survivor still feels like a betrayal of the dead.”
“It's like the condition of lostness is, when it comes to being a person, what finally makes us real.”
[It‘s become obvious that what resonates with me these days is words about living with uncertainty. Go, Anne Boyer!]
Art by my sweetie, Laurie MacFayden. I‘ve been spending hours staring at her work on the walls of our house.
The great orbs of the unsaid still float through the air.
(Art: Yayoi Kusama)
The only time I leave my apartment is to take walks alone. On one of these walks, I forgot myself, petted a large black poodle, then remained in fear of my own hands for a mile.
The path to my dye studio (aka garage). It‘s above freezing today so I decided to mordant some wool. #audiocrafting
excerpt from Anne Boyer‘s book “The Undying” published in the New Yorker (the piece is called “What cancer takes away”). i hadn‘t heard of her before, but now i want to read everything she‘s written. it‘s so true about fiction being about not being ill, without knowing it. if i wasn‘t broke i‘d run out and buy this.
