Brit Marling reads.
Brit Marling reading Wallace Stevens in a bathtub, courtesy of M.
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
-Wallace Stevens, “The Snowman”
Gabriel García Márquez reads.
Mark Ruffalo reads, ponders.
P.O.S (Stefon Alexander) fell asleep while reading.