Plaid and Brass

I'm Jane Liddle. Writer. Vinyl for life. Copyedit for money. Clothes, birds, trees, laughing. Brooklyn.
Twitter @janeriddle Email: liddlejane at gmail.com

jamiatt:

How many times have I walked by this lot and thought: you are the only thing left in this neighborhood worth anything

jamiatt:

How many times have I walked by this lot and thought: you are the only thing left in this neighborhood worth anything

smartgirlsattheparty:

fleetwood-mac-live:

Stevie Nicks and Bonnie Raitt (Photo by Will Lee) Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Rehearsals - New York City

Smart Girl Musicians!

smartgirlsattheparty:

fleetwood-mac-live:

Stevie Nicks and Bonnie Raitt (Photo by Will Lee) Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Rehearsals - New York City

Smart Girl Musicians!

velvet-tangerine:

 

w i g l e a f :  (very) short fiction

Wigleaf kindly published one of my stories “It Will Never Be Deep Enough.”

You’d have to dance. No one would rather die than dance. Would you rather die than leave. Good.

Wigleaf included my postcard about my final opinions on the fake fur sweatshirt.

Thanks.

The Secret Girl Cannon of Jane Liddle

girlcanon:

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1. The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams. The book that introduced me to the sweetness of a broken heart and the lessons of impermanence. It seemed like a tailor-made story for my stuffed animal–obsessed childhood self.

2. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. Growing up I had an obsession…

launching opinions over enemy lines

“To kill for murder is a punishment incomparably worse than the crime itself. Murder by legal sentence is immeasurably more terrible than murder by brigands. Anyone murdered by brigands, whose throat is cut at night in a wood, or something of that sort, must surely hope to escape till the very last minute. There have been instances when a man has still hoped for escape, running or begging for mercy after his throat was cut. But in the other case all that last hope, which makes dying ten times as easy, is taken away for certain. There is the sentence, and the whole awful torture lies in the fact that there is certainly no escape, and there is no torture in the world more terrible.”

—   Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via dostoyevsky)

(Source: anoo-anoo, via dostoyevsky)

The Ballerina

The ballerina was perfect in a way that was perfectly pink and perfectly plucky. She only had one friend and that friend was a perfectly friendly friend but that was the only way she was perfect. The ballerina’s imperfect parents viewed the ballerina’s perfectness with concern and insisted she invite her friend over for a sleepover and forget about perfection for an evening. Her imperfect parents didn’t understand her at all. The ballerina invited her friend over for a sleepover. Her friend came with her box of makeup and girl tools. They sat in the ballerina’s room and the ballerina ended up laughing a lot but then at one point they were laughing so hard the ballerina farted. This made her friend laugh even harder but the ballerina stopped laughing completely. The friend tried to cheer the ballerina up by giving her a makeover. Why the friend thought the ballerina would enjoy a makeover is anybody’s guess. The friend put mauve blush on the ballerina’s cheeks, silver eye shadow on her eyelids, and purple lipstick on her lips that she outlined in even purpler purple lip liner. The ballerina looked in the mirror and turned redder than the mauve blush on her cheeks. The friend picked up a pair of scissors and suggested she give the ballerina bangs. The ballerina grabbed the scissors from the friend and stabbed her in the neck. Then the ballerina screamed a perfect scream and cried perfect tears and looked perfectly distraught when her parents raced to the bedroom. She explained to her imperfect mother that there was a light-hearted struggle over the scissors and an accident occurred. Meanwhile, her imperfect father called 911, then the friend’s parents, and explained the situation. There was a lot of heartbreak. Three hundred people showed up to the friend’s funeral, including the ballerina, who wore perfect waterproof makeup. No one pressed charges or investigated the ballerina for murder because it wasn’t the kind of town where perfectly pink ballerinas were suspected of being murderesses. No town is like that.

“At the level of high culture with which this book is concerned, active bigotry is probably fairly rare. It is also hardly ever necessary, since the social context is so far from neutral. To act in a way that is both sexist and racist, to maintain one’s class privilege, it is only necessary to act in the customary, ordinary, usual, even polite manner.”

—   Joanna Russ, How to Suppress Women’s Writing
our-amazing-world:

Albino cardinal➳ ★*T Amazing World beautiful amazing

our-amazing-world:

Albino cardinal➳ ★*T Amazing World beautiful amazing

chelseahodson:

Inventory #444: Lace gloves
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REGARDING KEEPING IN TOUCH
Your voice sounds like the end of something—have I misjudged you? I think there’s room for me on the precipice, so I’m setting my clock five minutes fast, I’m driving a convertible straight to the coast, I’m breathing in air like it’s money, thinking maybe this is the last time I’ll cut the line. Maybe I’ll hear your voice six years from now and be glad I was wrong.

Love the blog, really love the gloves

chelseahodson:

Inventory #444: Lace gloves

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REGARDING KEEPING IN TOUCH

Your voice sounds like the end of something—have I misjudged you? I think there’s room for me on the precipice, so I’m setting my clock five minutes fast, I’m driving a convertible straight to the coast, I’m breathing in air like it’s money, thinking maybe this is the last time I’ll cut the line. Maybe I’ll hear your voice six years from now and be glad I was wrong.

Love the blog, really love the gloves

theparisreview:

A Note From Your Jailer
I am this haunting music. Never lookBeneath the mask. There is a monster there—Oh yes! And yet an inch or two below that                     seeming,Under the raddled flesh and slightly tooProminent teeth, my spiritual selfIs hard at work, is indefatigably yieldingYou these treasures of its inwardness.In time I’m sure you’ll really like me.Listen, darling! I am playing Bach!
—Tom Disch. Art: Chris Johanson.

theparisreview:

A Note From Your Jailer

I am this haunting music. Never look
Beneath the mask. There is a monster there—
Oh yes! And yet an inch or two below that
                     seeming,
Under the raddled flesh and slightly too
Prominent teeth, my spiritual self
Is hard at work, is indefatigably yielding
You these treasures of its inwardness.
In time I’m sure you’ll really like me.
Listen, darling! I am playing Bach!

Tom Disch. Art: Chris Johanson.

humansofnewyork:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?""Something that’s sort of interesting, not too hard, and pays pretty well."

humansofnewyork:

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Something that’s sort of interesting, not too hard, and pays pretty well."

blackballoonpublishing:

It’s rare that an excessive reading habit is associated with toughness, so we’re all for this Brooklyn used book shop’s choice of name. Book Thug Nation was created when four independent booksellers pooled their resources. It’s no surprise, then, that the store offers a well-rounded selection of everything from erotica to children’s literature. The title “community space” isn’t taken lightly, either; the store hosts events from readings to film screenings, and even gave away free children’s books as part of a summer block party. We’d be willing to call ourselves book thugs no matter the circumstances, but this independent store gives us a pretty great reason.
KEEP READING: "Black Balloon Publishing’s Favorite Independent Bookstores in New York City"

blackballoonpublishing:

It’s rare that an excessive reading habit is associated with toughness, so we’re all for this Brooklyn used book shop’s choice of name. Book Thug Nation was created when four independent booksellers pooled their resources. It’s no surprise, then, that the store offers a well-rounded selection of everything from erotica to children’s literature. The title “community space” isn’t taken lightly, either; the store hosts events from readings to film screenings, and even gave away free children’s books as part of a summer block party. We’d be willing to call ourselves book thugs no matter the circumstances, but this independent store gives us a pretty great reason.

KEEP READING: "Black Balloon Publishing’s Favorite Independent Bookstores in New York City"

scoutingny:

Scouting NY: Exploring the beauty and secrets of The Astral Apartments in Greenpoint, Brooklyn (and my pick for that Rosemary’s Baby remake that SHOULD NOT HAPPEN)

Neighborhood Folks - by Jane Liddle -

finery:

There was the mom who mowed her lawn while wearing cut-off shorts and a white bikini top; she lived behind the fire house. There was the mom who always wore a muumuu to Weiss supermarket and to pick the girls up at CCD and to everywhere else; she had a rotary phone and a formal living room with no…

Excited to have a story up at finery today!