#marykarr

[allenduranceandpatiencewithjoy]

Maybe you can loan me some of the shine in your young head to clear up my leftover dark spaces

Mary Karr, Lit

[raulmorais]

Dies de vermut. (sense vermut) #Vermut #Alhambra #Mahou #Musclos #Olives #MaryKarr #ElClubDelsMentiders #TheLiarsClub #Dissabte #HoraDelVermut (at Vermuteria La Lola) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxCoA5JlOx9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19670i7c022jp

[houseofellington]

mary, sarah, luigi, & his words. #marykarr #goodwillrescue #sarahvowell #luigipirandello #amreading #bookstagram #bibliophile https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdb4KDrJ0RR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[itsredwritinghood]

I’ve heard about #marykarr for years and how good her books are and I’m glad I finally took the time to read one. #lit is a beautiful book. I hope to have the courage to write a #memoir like this one day, but for now I’m grateful for books like this that remind me that I’m human and to stop pressuring myself to be more than I am. #readthisbook #bookstagram #readersofinstagram #bookgeek #readmorebooks #bookworm #reading #booknerd #read #bookish #bibliophile #bookaddict #audiobooks #bookaholic #bibliotherapy #audiobookstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CSMyGFNLzjk/?utm_medium=tumblr

[harperbooks]

Mary Karr’s new volume of poetry #TropicofSqualor is seen here at Grand Central Terminal, the location of its beautiful cover photo. Check out this powerful new collection from the New York Times bestselling author of #TheLiarsClub and #Lit available now in the link in our profile 📖 🚊 . . . #bookstagram #IGreads #poetry #newpoetry #MaryKarr (at Grand Central Terminal)

[iwillnotburnmyjournals]

This is the interview I watched today. God, I could watch and listen to her talk forever. I love how she speaks and her intonations. 

[writingfyeah]

WHO'S UGLY NOW TREVOR WHO HANGS OUT AT WAFFLE HOUSE 7 NITES A WEEK JUST TO GET A BREAK FROM HIS CIRCUS ASS FAMILY💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽🆖😹😹 #ugly #women #neg #hellno #dreamchaser #ftw #truth #inspiration #writing #writer #writerslife #writersofinstagram #writersofig #quotes #instaquote #funnyquotes #funnyshit #MaryKarr #poet #poetry #lit #funny #lol #lmao #hilarious #sotrue #thankyouforeverything #middleschool #bullylove #motivation

[subwaybookreview]

Alex: "I'm the crowdsourceress. The name was given to me for my expertise in crowdfunding. It's thrilling to help someone make something that's their life's work and that they've been dreaming about for forever. Raising money is a celebration. I made this book so you can carry it around, take notes in it, and launch your idea. Which book inspires me? There's something about Mary Karr, who is such a powerful women. Everything she says punches you in the face in the most beautiful way possible. I respect a woman who carries herself with such boldness. I hope more women launch their ideas and take matters into their own hands." @alexdaly__ #lit #marykarr #thecrowdsourceress / @theubc for #subwaybookreview #newyork 🗽 (at Canal Street)

[cecilyschuler]

The cure for loneliness is solitude. -- Marianne Moore repost: #marykarr https://www.instagram.com/p/BtqnNy2HEVB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zsh8xyhrgctv

[kafka-girl]

[revolutionoftenderness]

“Each great memoir lives or dies based 100 percent on voice. It’s the delivery system for the author’s experience—the big bandwidth cable that carries in lustrous clarity every pixel of someone’s inner and outer experiences. Each voice is cleverly fashioned to highlight a writer’s individual talent or way of viewing the world. A memoirist starts off fumbling—jotting down facts, recounting anecdotes. It may take a writer hundreds of rough trial pages for a way of speaking to start to emerge unique to himself and his experience, but when he does, both carnal and interior experiences come back with clarity, and the work gains an electrical charge. For the reader, the voice has to exist from the first sentence.”

~ Mary Karr

[Voice of paradise, 2013 - Esmaeil Rezaei] #esmaeilrezaei #voice #marykarr #memoir #story #writing

[allenduranceandpatiencewithjoy]

That’s the story I want to tell: how I started getting drunk. How being drunk got increasingly hard, and being not drunk felt impossible. In Odyssean terms, I wanted to be a hero, but wound up—as Mother did—a monster.

Because of you, I couldn’t die and I couldn’t monster myself, either. So you were the agent of my rescue—not a good job for somebody barely three feet tall.

Mary Karr, Lit

[houseofellington]

real. #amreading #marykarr #theliarsclub https://www.instagram.com/p/CPb0O66pYrt/?utm_medium=tumblr

[londiniumgirlbooks]

Friday night spent right 💅🏼👸🏻#fragrantjewels #liarsclub #marykarr #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #selfcare

[pupsandpages]

"I've heard it said that caring for an invalid is like caring for a baby. And I suppose it's the same basic deal, but a baby rewards you each day with change, sprouting a tooth or discovering that the object randomly waggling before its eyes is, in fact, its own hand. But an invalid is a hole you pour yourself into. Every day he fixes you with a glance more gnawed-oit tired than yours, more hurt. If life is suffering (as the Buddha says), some endless shit-eating contest, then the invalid always wins, hands down." #marykarr #theliarsclub #bookclub #whatimreading #bookstagram #igreads #bibliophile #mustlovebooks

[iwillnotburnmyjournals]

Day 4: “Why don’t you say what you mean?”

This ^ is a line from one of my favorite movies, the 1967 Doctor Doolittle. Throughout the movie, the Doctor cannot admit that he has feelings for Ms. Fairfax, the gorgeous, curious, stubborn, badass Samantha Eggar. She asks him point-blank toward the end of the movie, once they’re stranded on a goddamn island and he still can’t admit his feelings for her, “Why don’t you say what you mean?” This line sums up my day.

Today was a realization that I don’t yet know what I want to say or how I want to say it. It was a day for recognition of the differences between my past writing self and my present writing self. I used to just be happy to eke a song out. I’d sit there afterward, just stunned, and listen back to the voice memo of the song, in disbelief. I wrote that?? Total disembodied, pretty fearful making. Hence the fact that I’ve never considered a song I’ve written to be “not right” and consigned it to stay hidden in a journal. The first song I ever wrote I recorded straight away. Looking back on this, I realize that I was operating from that mindset Elizabeth Gilbert talks about after she wrote Eat, Pray, Love and people were asking her what her next project was – the fear that you only have one good thing in you. How could I possibly not laud or hold up a song if it may be the last one I ever write?

As a writer now, I accept and am happy that there will be songs that will never see the light of day. I forget who said it, but there’s the songs you have to get out of yourself before you get the good songs. Mary Karr said she broke her “delete” button on her computer writing Lit, a book which won my heart forever and gave me my love for Karr, so. There you have it.

In working on a song today, I was overcome by how many new specifics there are for me when writing music now as opposed to even three years ago. I had to recognize that a lot of this month is going to be experimentation because I don’t know yet what my writing voice is. In writing today, I wanted to use a quote from Mary Karr I remembered so I watched an interview on her book The Art of Memoir. She said the most important thing for a writer is to find that specific voice that is only unique to you and that draws people in to actually want to listen to what you’re saying. I admitted today that I don’t know what that voice is at all yet. And because last year I accepted that I care more about being a vocalist than being proficient at any other instrument, I have focused my attentions there. My voice has grown so much in just a year and I want to show it off, damn it. That’s another consideration that I never used to think about that when writing music. And while what I’ve written in the past really does get to my heart, it also bores me now. I want more energy in my music, more rhythm and dance. That’s another consideration.

It was easy for me today to think, “Well, I just have to get more musical training before I can write,” or “I have to be a producing pro before I can write,” or “I have to know myself better before I can write.” I’m grateful for my friend Joel. He called me tonight and we talked through some of my feelings, and he reminded me that you just keep adding elements piece by piece, and you trust your instincts, your inner light. He also reminded me of something I am often uncomfortable with – I don’t have to do this alone. It is incredibly daunting to me to even consider writing with another person because that means they’ll see how lousy I am with music theory, how little I know, how incapable I am . . . the list goes on. But that definitely is another piece that’s coming for me. Trust. Having a safe and trusting creative collaborator. It is hard for me to imagine how freeing that must be, but I want to manifest that.

Lots of realizations which is kind of overwhelming but at the same time, is giving me actual ground under my feet, an actual cliff face with handholds to climb rather than an ocean of not-yet.

And I’m so thankful for Mary Karr.