Andrew Wittkop

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books, images, place LITERARY VOYAGERS forthcoming from Belt Publishing

This was Henry Schoolcraft, same guy who “discovered” the source of the Mississippi, named it Itasca (another made up name), then later claimed the name came from an Ojibwe legend he also made up. Trustworthy fellow!

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Fun fact about Michigan, a lot of small counties have names that mean nothing, the guy in charge of naming them just chose names that he thought sounded authentically Native but were gibberish.

Emlen Etting was a pioneer who created cinematic forms that embodied poetic belief. This film represents a quest for an intensified perception of everyday life. — R. Bruce Elder 🎵 Space Age Love Song, A Flock Of Seagulls

At the moment I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf 1925-1930

“She did not plan; she merely let herself go, and the overwhelming life in her did the rest. It is only when youth is gone and experience has given us a sort of cheap courage that most of us realize how simple such things are." F. Scott Fitzgerald, “First Blood”

'...illness...batters its victim until they get along with one another.' ... '...I do not intend, my stormily pounding heart does not intend, to lie down and be covered by stupid, precise cystallometry.' Revisiting The Magic Mountain today, as one does.

Portion of page 475 of The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann, translated by John E. Wood. The text reads:

...tendency, however, and let his thoughts linger on it. "This is the typical mode of experience of someone lost in a mountain snowstorm, who never finds his way home," he thought as he struggled along, the phrases emerging in tattered, breathless fragments—discretion forbade his putting it more explicitly. "Someone hearing about it later imagines how ghastly it must have been, but forgets that illness—and my present situation is more or less an illness—batters its victim until they get along with one another. The senses are diminished, a merciful self-narcosis sets in—those are the means by which nature allows the organism to find relief. And yet you have to fight against such things, because there are two sides to them, they're really highly ambiguous. And your evaluation all depends on which side you view them from. They mean well, are a blessing really, as long as you don't make it home; but they also mean you great harm and must be fought off, as long as there is any chance of getting home—which is my case, since I do not intend, my stormily pounding heart does not intend, to lie down and be covered by stupid, precise crystallometry."

Notes to a Black Woman by Françoise Ega (Author), Emma Ramadan (Translator) “The extraordinary testimony of a daring Caribbean writer-activist, determined to expose injustice &defend the dignity of migrant workers. In the 1960s, hundreds of women traveled from French colonies in the West Indies.”

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Week 26 (2026) – Zawacki, Wittkop & Habermeyer

For years I have been writing a paragraph about every book I read as part of my annual Reading Log, which you can find above. Many of the books I read are from smaller, independent presses or were …

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