January 2012
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“Let me lie alone on my back in tall grass and see the sun and the water droplets...”
– Rachel Corrie, from Let Me Stand Alone: The Journals of Rachel Corrie
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59 Things You Didn't Know About Virginia Woolf →
A few of my favorites:
After getting married, Woolf thought she should learn some domestic skills, so she enrolled in a school of cookery. Shortly after, she accidentally baked her wedding ring in a suet pudding.
Woolf listened to Beethoven’s late quartets while writing The Waves.
Woolf once discovered a diary she had written during one particular sane and lucid period in her life, and laughed...
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“‘No,’ she said. ‘Some things you don’t understand, of course.’
‘Of course,’...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out (via hauntingcontradiction)
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“It’s not you I’ve lost,
but the world.”
– Ingeborg Bachmann, from “A Kind of Loss” (translated from the German by Mark Anderson)
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“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
“Let me hear the wind paging through the trees
and see the stars flaring out,...”
– Edward Hirsch, from “I Was Never Able to Pray” (via proustitute)
“I am the inert figure behind the barren apple tree.
The one who wonders for...”
– Laura Kasischke, from “Landscape with one of the earthworm’s ten hearts”
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“A creator can only do one thing, he can only continue, that is all he can do.”
– Gertrude Stein, from Picasso
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“Language is a darkness pulled out of us.”
– Stanley Plumly, from “Infidelity” (via literary verve)
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“Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on...”
– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via brainpickings)
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“Tonight there must be people who are getting what they want.
I let my oars fall...”
– Jennifer Michael Hecht, “September”
“there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak.
I am left
shut,
the...”
– Stella Padnos, from “Start/The Stopping”
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“Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost...”
– Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via literary verve)
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“It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind … It is no...”
– Carson McCullers (via apoetreflects)
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“Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?”
– Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via millionsmillions)
“Mourn us all in one.
We are all dead.”
– Euripides, Herakles, translated by Anne Carson in Grief Lessons (via proustitute)
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“Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,
...”
– Tony Hoagland, from “The Word”
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She pressed her lips to mind. — A typo
How many years I must have yearned for someone’s lips against mind. Pheromones, newly born, were floating between us. There was hardly any air.
She kissed me again, reaching that place that sends messages to toes and fingertips, then all the way to something like home. Some music was playing on its own.
Nothing like a woman...
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“I was not afraid of horror, I was afraid of beauty, of what it could do to me if...”
– Vanessa Veselka, Zazen (via redlmnd)
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“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element...”
– Willa Cather (via apoetreflects)
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“Nights are long just now,
short though
when twilight is...”
– Paavo Haavikko, from “The Short Year” (translated from the Finnish by Herbert Lomas)
“When I turn towards you
in bed, I have a feeling
of stepping into a church...”
–
Henrik Nordbrandt, from “Our Love Is Like Byzantium” (translated from the Danish by the author and Alexander Taylor)
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“My question - that which at the age of fifty brought me to the verge of suicide...”
– Leo Tolstoy in A Confession (1882)
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“I summoned up the streets places people
Who were the witnesses of your face
So...”
– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, from “The Small Square” (translated from the Portuguese by Ruth Fainlight)
Note: I now have a blogspot. It’s called ekphora. Sometimes I will post things from that site here and include a link to the blog. Just want everyone to know! Feel free to...
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Other places where you can find me:
Blogspot (I just started this blog, but I’m really excited about it! I’ll be posting literature, poetry, and art there.)
Goodreads
Twitter
Last.fm
“I feel the dead in the cold of violets
And that great vagueness of the...”
– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, from “I Feel the Dead” (trans. by Ruth Fainlight)
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Max Richter - Shadow Journal
How enduring, how...
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December 2011
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“Evil is a growing thing
It has its own gravity
and never answers to its name...”
– Fanny Howe, from “One Night in Balthazar” (via proustitute)
“Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my...”
– Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
“How well I know that rapture that comes sometimes when one is alone. I think...”
– Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Ottoline Morrell, 27 December 1921 (via katherine-mansfield)
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“I’m moved by everything broken and crippled. Since that’s how we really are.”
– Anna Kamienska, from In That Great River: A Notebook (translated by Clare Cavanagh)
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via weelittleactress)
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“I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “Elm”
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“Widow, the compassionate trees bend in,
The trees of loneliness, the trees of...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “Widow”
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“Winter is for women—
The woman, still at her knitting,
At the cradle of...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “Wintering”