RCC MUSE presents A Literary Halloween
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17, 7 PM @ BACK TO THE GRIND
We’re having a (pre) Halloween party! Join us in celebrating our favorite works of the macabre and share your own spooky tales and poetry. 
A $5 entry ($10 entry without a costume — because we really want to see you at your bookish best) helps to support the magazine, funds the costume contest, and includes a trick-or-treat bag that includes a random paperback and a copy of MUSE. 
We will also have a photo booth set up.
SEE YOU THERE!
(Literary-themed costumes are strongly encouraged, but not required)

RCC MUSE presents A Literary Halloween

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17, 7 PM @ BACK TO THE GRIND

We’re having a (pre) Halloween party! Join us in celebrating our favorite works of the macabre and share your own spooky tales and poetry. 

A $5 entry ($10 entry without a costume — because we really want to see you at your bookish best) helps to support the magazine, funds the costume contest, and includes a trick-or-treat bag that includes a random paperback and a copy of MUSE. 

We will also have a photo booth set up.

SEE YOU THERE!

(Literary-themed costumes are strongly encouraged, but not required)

If your structure is firm and solid enough, however strange, however unusual, they [readers] will be able to follow it. They will climb with you to the most unlikely places if they trust you, if the words give them the right footholds, the right handholds. That’s what I want my readers to do: I want them to come with me when we’re going mountain-climbing. This isn’t a walk through a theme park.

A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.

I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed - that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn’t lost.

– Jeanette Winterson; Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via wordpainting)