September 2011
1 post
1 tag
neonmedusa:
November Graveyard by Sylvia Plath,...
“A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged...”
– The Ghost’s Child, Sonya Hartnett (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“The heart doesn’t ask for reasons to beat. The greatest point in living is to be...”
– Augusto Cury, The Dream Seller (via quote-book)
August 2010
10 posts
“we speak of art
with flaming passion
then do work
void of compassion
and...”
– saul williams (via erleichda & booklover) (via neonmedusa)
“He is not heroic, he is aware that modern life is full of nondescript...”
– Virginia Woolf on the short stories of Anton Chekhov (via seventyfourspecies) (via quote-book)
“There is now such an enormous gap between me and the rest of the world that...”
– Gustave Flaubert (via quote-book)
“When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but a vague spot a little...”
– John Updike, The Paris Review Book of Heartbreak, Madness, Sex, Love, Betrayal, Outsiders, Intoxication, War, Whimsy, Horrors, God, Death, Dinner, Baseball, Travels, the Art of Writing, and Everything Else in the World Since 1953 cf. “Throw that draft away. Write a new outline. Go over your notes....
“If I had my life to live over, I’d dare to make more mistakes next time. I’d...”
– Nadine Stair (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
“no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find...”
– Pablo Neruda (via -baribeautiful)
Famous Literary Affairs →
neonmedusa:
missworld & booksijustread
“Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in...”
– Virginia Woolf (via thechocolatebrigade) (via neonmedusa)
July 2010
8 posts
“Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed,...”
– John Steinbeck (via soul-surfer) (via fuckyeahzenmind)
“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the...”
– Chris McCandless (via poeticheartache) (via floodofsunshine) (via oncewasgold)
Camus's Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech (English)
nathanielstuart:
septembrist:
fuckyeahexistentialism:
Albert Camus’ speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm, December 10, 1957 (Translation)
In receiving the distinction with which your free Academy has so generously honoured me, my gratitude has been profound, particularly when I consider the extent to which this recompense has surpassed my personal merits. Every...
ravencolours:
astroblemes:
thevulgar:
“I used to think when I was younger and writing that each idea had a certain shape and when I started to study Greek and I found the word morphe it was for me just the right word for that, unlike the word shape in English which falls a bit short, morphe in Greek means the the sort of plastic contours that an idea has inside your all your senses when you...
“I thought about life, about my life, the embarrassments, the little...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via fuckyeahexistentialism) (via delicatelybruised) (via colorfieldsandwagonwheels) (via tsupii)
“[A] book design should be inevitable — a book demands its own shape just as an...”
– Chris Ware on the art of book covers [via] cf: John Updike, who claimed he could not begin writing a book until he first imagined its spine, “You can, possibly, tell a book by its cover, but the cover isn’t the contents.” (via bobulate)
“But with the sentence: “Use your failures for paper.” Meaning, I understood, the...”
– Waking the Morning Dreamless After Long Sleep Jane Hirshfield (via dreaminginthedeepsouth)
June 2010
16 posts
ameneurosis
serpentskirt:
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
“I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A...”
– — Karen Marie Moning (Darkfever) (via teachingliteracy) (via ilovereadingandwriting) (via libraryland) (via strangersinastrangeland)
“Nevertheless she sometimes thought that they were the finest days of her life,...”
– Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via nadiarahali) (via dreaminginthedeepsouth)
“Because reading is an act of translation—taking seemingly random scratches on a...”
– John Green (via awordnerd) (via effyeahnerdfighters)
Who Am I?
fuckyeahexistentialism:
Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell’s confinement Calmly, cheerfully, firmly, Like a squire from his country-house.
Who am I? They often tell me I would talk to my warders Freely and friendly and clearly, As though it were mine to command.
Who am I? They also tell me I would bear the days of misfortune Equably, smilingly, proudly, Like one accustomed...
“Life is, as I’ve said since I was 10, awfully interesting—if anything, quicker,...”
– Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), Diary, 1926. (via ontheborderland)
“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of...”
– Sylvia Plath (the rival) (via themagiclantern//wedesireabridge//colourmegreenwich//odayaka) (via neonmedusa)
On words alone →
bobulate:
Writing more than anything else is a way of clarifying one’s thoughts; the initial act is not for the reader:
[W]riting worth reading is the product, at least to some degree, of this extraordinarily intimate confrontation between the disorderly impressions in the writer’s mind and the more or less orderly procession of words that the writer manages to produce on the page.
But the...
“You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go...”
– Margaret Atwood (via funeral) (via neonmedusa)
“Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take...”
– Dave Eggers, in defense of selling out (via nancysun:jerriann:zoya) (via constantflux) (via americansatori)
“Now you understand the Oriental passion for tea,” said Japhy. “Remember that...”
– Gary Snyder, aka Japhy Ryder, Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac. (via broken-accidental-stars) (via fuckyeahzenmind) (via disfrutan) (via dreaminginthedeepsouth)
notational:
blehzorz:
“Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism- to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea.”
- Georges Bataille
A Rainy Night in a Crowded City by Eleanor Lerman →
dreaminginthedeepsouth:
Once, I knew a man who liked to talk to me Among the things he said was, “The problem with writing in the first person is that you always end up with a confessional, and sooner or later, you’re going to get sick of listening to your own stories.” This was in the era of typewriters and pre-war apartment buildings, but the human condition was the same as it is now,...
May 2010
2 posts
Saviour, come my way.: Consorting With Angels →
by Anne Sexton
I was tired of being a woman,
tired of the spoons and the post,
tired of my mouth and my breasts,
tired of the cosmetics and the silks.
There were still men who sat at my table,
circled around the bowl I offered up.
The bowl was filled with purple grapes
and the flies...
April 2010
3 posts
“The war machine’s relation to an outside is not another ‘model’; it is an...”
– G Deleuze and F Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus, 1980 (via buthowwillsheknow) (via pareidoliac)
March 2010
23 posts
“Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness...”
– Robert Fulghum (via writingsarah) (via quote-book)
1 tag
“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that...”
– Fred Rogers (via quote-book)
“And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of...”
– D.H. Lawrence - Moonrise
(via frenchtwist//ginger-ninja//odayaka)
(via gypsyanatomy)
The enthusiasm currency →
bobulate:
Frank Chimero on enthusiasm as currency:
Blogs are free to read. What that means is that you reward places with your attention and enthusiasm. … Audience enthusiasm may be our new currency as long as many things on the internet are free. …. Read [a blog]. Email them and say you enjoy the blog, and tell them what you like about it. Recommend it to friends. If a blog starts to suck, you...
