“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” — Anne Frank
Allen Ginsberg’s Celestial Homework
By Harriet Staff, poetryfoundation.orgWe have our friends at the Paris Review blog to thank for pointing us to Open Culture where they’ve posted the celestial syllabus to Allen Ginsberg’s 1977 course at the Jack Kerouac School of Dis …
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“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
— Emily Dickinson
A home office with books overhead.
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“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.” — Albert Einstein
Illustration for The New York Review of Books by Félix Vallotton.
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“My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.”—Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (May 22, 1859—July 7, 1930; Happy birthday!)
“Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt—I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted—and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.” — Cassandra Clare; Clockwork Prince
Ernest Hemingway, center, photographed for the Oak Park High School football team, November 1915
“We rely upon the poets, the philosophers, and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope; they give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I feel my courage wavering, I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resilience to push on.” — Helen Hayes
This picture speaks volumes. They are together on the train but are clearly alone.
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“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?
Book Love (by Martina~)