March 2012
Wittgenstein did not argue; he merely thought himself into subtler and deeper...
– Guy Davenport,The Geography of the Imagination (via clericalerror)
I write: I write because we lived together, because I was one amongst them, a...
– George Perec, W, or the Memory of Childhood. (via clericalerror)
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There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair,...
– Virginia Woolf, The Years (via afortressaroundmyheart)
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You grieve someone because you love them. Grief sharpens the edge of that love...
– Rebecca Lindenberg, from an interview with The Believer
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I sensed that in truth I had neither memory nor the power of thought, nor even...
– W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz (translated by Anthea Bell)
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What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.
– Vladimir Nabokov, “Symbols and Signs”
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And they said, is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said no, life is...
– Donald Barthelme, “The School”
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Don’t say it’s the beautiful
I praise. I praise the human,
gutted and rising.
– Katie Ford, from “Song After Sadness” (via proustitute)
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theblueoftombs asked: "I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut." -Anna Kamienska
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She keeps pulling him up
from the bottom of the Red River
in...
– Ruth Daigon, from “The Moon Inside”
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Men’s voices in the darkness
—once in a temple—
men’s...
– Inger Christensen, “Men’s Voices” (translated by Nadia Christensen)
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1. Thank you! I sometimes feel bad that I reblog so much, but once college is out for the summer I hope to post more original content.
2. I’ve never been in love with a person, but I am always falling in love with a film or a book or song. The most intense love I feel is usually for art.
3. Yes, I write short stories and poetry.
4. I can’t give my full name. My first...
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25intwentyfive-deactivated20120 asked: “What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” That quote is from Kurt Vonnegut. Would you say that you've built such a community for yourself?
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Questions, comments, lovely words?
I would love to hear from some of you out there. I promise to respond to every message.
Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through the...
– Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via inherwar)
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Come, let us hide nearer each other…
Life lies in every heart
As in...
– Else Lasker-Schüler, from “End of the World” (translated by Michael Gillespie and Willis Barnstone)
When you reread a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before;...
– Cliff Fadiman (via earlyfrost)
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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a...
– Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via helplesslyamazed)
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These and other inanimate things she saw and experienced. They were real to her....
– Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
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In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up...
– Jhumpa Lahiri, My Life’s Sentences (via azspot)
All night I hear
so many echoes in the forest I’m tempted
to look back, to...
– Chard deNiord, from “This Ecstasy” (via proustitute)
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Poetry is concerned with using and abusing, with losing with wanting, with...
– Gertrude Stein, Lectures in America, “Poetry and Grammar” (via semperaugustus)
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Oh, to be a writer, a real writer given up to it and to it alone! Oh, I failed...
– Katherine Mansfield, diary entry (29th February 1920)
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I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to...
– Andrea Gibson (via lifeincoffeespoons)
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The need for the past
is so much at the center of my life
I write this poem...
– Frank Bidart, from “California Plush” (via proustitute)
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BBC Great Lives - Ludwig Wittgenstein →
With Ray Monk and Raymond Tallis
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She was carrying a large bunch of rust-coloured chrysanthemums in the crook of...
– W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz (translated by Anthea Bell)
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The blue river is gray at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and...
– Jack Gilbert, “Waking at Night” (via apoetreflects)
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That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what...
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
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These hours of beauty have meant so much to me, somewhat in the writing, but...
– Fiona Macleod (via apoetreflects)
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Depth.
Tell me—
what is it?
An ocean?
or maybe
someone’s soul?...
– Natalya Gorbanevskaya (translated by Barbara Einzig)
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I am so down in the depths that I cannot imagine anything ever fishing me up...
– Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Virginia Woolf, November 1917 (via katherine-mansfield)
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I’ve seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room—
In search of...
– Emily Dickinson
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Remember
me. Do you
remember me?
In the night’s windowless darkness
when I...
– Franz Wright, from “Dedication” (via ahuntersheart)
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In my garden,
the winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt...
– H.D., from “The Islands”
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When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call...
– Amy Lowell, “The Taxi”
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I am
the sun and moon and forever hungry
the sharpened edge
where day and...
– Audre Lorde, from “From the House of Yemanjá”
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Far from looking bored or absent-minded, her eyes were concentrated almost...
– Virginia Woolf,The Voyage Out. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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Cities at daybreak are no one’s,
and have no names.
And I, too, have no...
– Adam Zagajewski, from “At Daybreak” (translated by Renata Gorczynski, Bejamin Ivry, and C.K. Williams)
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No one is lord of light arrested
in a glance, no one
hesitates to sing before...
– Eugénio de Andrade, from “White on White” (translated by Alexis Levitin)