Everything’s a couple sizes bigger: a sky
Cutting deep into the streets, hydrants
As hefty as the heads of oxen, the country’s flag
Flapping like a heavy sheet in the sea wind,
An ice truck parked outside the cathedral.
-Durs Grünbein
The Simile Museum
November 18, 2014
November 13, 2014
“To you, your son’s day-to-day life was like a favorite TV series. You followed it with interest, but because you missed half the episodes, you couldn’t understand the whole plot.”
-Andrés Neuman
November 5, 2014
“He looked as cold and thin as an icicle, but as serene as God.”
-Louisa May Alcott
October 30, 2014
“In many ways he was like America itself, big and strong, full of good intentions, a roll of fat jiggling at his belly, slow of foot but always plodding along, always there when you needed him, a believer in the virtues of simplicity and directness and hard labor.”
-Tim O’Brien
October 24, 2014
“Here was a man who’d learned to write before he could think, a man who threw out logical fallacies like tacks behind a getaway car, and he always got away.”
– Helen DeWitt
October 19, 2014
“Oh how we Americans gnash our teeth in bitter anger when we discover that the riveting truth that also played like a Sunday matinee was actually just a Sunday matinee.”
– David Shields
October 14, 2014
“She was married to a spanish painter named Pichot, who was a rather wonderful creature, he was long and thin like one of those primitive Christs in spanish churches and when he did a spanish dance which he did later at the famous banquet to Rousseau, he was awe inspiringly religious.”
-Gertrude Stein
October 10, 2014
“Linda was just born when I had my first miscarriage, and for a while, six months maybe, the sight of those two babies, whom I had loved and cared for with real interest and satisfaction, affected me like poison.”
-Jane Smiley
October 9, 2014
“The sun floats up above the horizon, like a shimmering white blimp.”
-Margaret Atwood
October 1, 2014
“And then laughter that was at once nervous and uncontrolled, like that of a child awake past her bedtime, running on the energy of a new hour.
-Rebecca Wolff
The Simile Museum 