Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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just me and my shadow inspo/criticism inspo/setting

I don't believe we can ever turn upon ourselves in the sense Ellen intends. You can't get behind the thing that casts the shadow. You cast the shadow. As soon as you turn, the shadow falls in another place. Is still your shadow. You have not gotten "behind" yourself. That is why self-consciousness …

MISC Me and My Shadow by Jane Tompkins
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when I try to write in my "other" voice inspo/interiority

I don't know how to enter the debate without leaving everything else behind-the birds outside my window, my grief over Janice, just myself as a person sitting here in stocking feet, a little bit chilly because the windows are open, and thinking about going to the bathroom. But not going yet.

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Me and My Shadow by Jane Tompkins
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the public-private dichotomy topic/gender-roles topic/literary-theory

The dichotomy drawn here is false-and not false. I mean in reality there's no split. It's the same person who feels and who discourses about epistemology. The problem is that you can't talk about your private life in the course of doing your professional work. You have to pretend that epistemology,…

Me and My Shadow by Jane Tompkins
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the public-private dichotomy topic/gender-roles topic/literary-theory

The dichotomy drawn here is false-and not false. I mean in reality there's no split. It's the same person who feels and who discourses about epistemology. The problem is that you can't talk about your private life in the course of doing your professional work. You have to pretend that epistemology,…

Me and My Shadow by Jane Tompkins
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leaking and listing to the side like an old ship inspo/interiority

[...] I woke up on January second, perhaps the dullest and most obligated day of the whole year, a living garbage pile topped by a discarded Christmas tree, and couldn’t breathe through my face. I went to the gym because I didn’t believe myself, and it took me nearly a week of dragging my body arou…

Griefbacon sick day by Helena Fitzgerald