January 2010
101 posts
J.D. Salinger, 91, Is Dead - ArtsBeat Blog -... →
peterwknox:
The statement added: “Salinger had remarked that he was in this world but not of it. His body is gone but the family hopes that he is still with those he loves, whether they are religious or historical figures, personal friends or fictional characters.”
“We’ve lost Salinger. Wow.
So what happens next? Are his secrets revealed? ...”
– (via printedandbound)
“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the...”
– J.D Salinger (via richjm) (via booklover) (via yerawizardharry) (via infinitebutterflies) (via libraryland)
“Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this...”
– Perks of Being a Wallflower (via daniellekiemel) (via libraryland)
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually...”
– Chuck Klosterman “Killing Yourself To Live” (via worldofpossibility)
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall...”
– William Butler Yeats (via streamsofmoonlight)
“Think you’re escaping and run into yourself.”
– James Joyce (via loveyourchaos)
“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly,...”
– (via iwannotowidigdo) (via libraryland)
sailing to byzantium
paperbackgirl:
That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations - at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat...
A Coat, William Butler Yeats
poetry365:
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world’s eyes And though they’d wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there’s more enterprise In walking naked.
“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with...”
– W.B. Yeats (via reckon). (via longwinter) (via poetbabble) (via thefranticsearch)
“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via artpixie) (via partyinthesolei) (via theindiehippie)
Flying Inside Your Own Body, Margaret Atwood
poetry365:
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon and your heart is light too & huge, beating with pure joy, pure helium. The sun’s white winds blow through you, there’s nothing above you, you see the earth now as an oval jewel, radiant & seablue with love. It’s only...
“A scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street standing on the moon...”
– Robert Hunter (via ceruleanarcadia)
“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that...”
– Charles Dickens (via kendalllouise) (via libraryland)
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via robot-heart) (via libraryland)
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– J.D. Salinger (via fatalistichues) (via tulletulle) (via honeyhands) (via smellslikesunshine) (via libraryland)
An Eastern Ballad
thefranticsearch:
I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.
— Allen Ginsberg
A Coney Island of the Mind (27), Lawrence...
thefranticsearch:poetry365:
Peacocks walked
under the night trees in the lost moon light
when I went out looking for love that night A ring dove cooed in a cove A cloche tolled twice
once for the birth and once for the death of love that night
“Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we...”
– Frank Warren (via iamblessed)
“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted,...”
– Alice Walker (via thefranticsearch)
libraryland:
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often when you do it’s too late and there’s nothing worse than too late.
—charles bukowski
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round...”
– Jack Kerouac (via fuckyeahthebeatgeneration)
“Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as...”
– Emily Giffin
(via thefranticsearch)
“My mind has changed my body’s frame but god I like it, my heart’s aflame my...”
– TV On The Radio (via bibliotheque)
Beats at Naropa: An Anthology
Edited by Anne Waldman and Laura Wright (Minneapolis: Coffee House Press, 2009)
Review by Jim Feast
Iguess this wasn’t put in the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution, but the inalienable value which Anne Waldman and Laura Wright, the editors, ask about in this new book, Beats at Naropa, is one that might well have merited consideration by the founding generation of the U.S. It is...
reality always catches up.
classes have begun. and as much as that means that my adventures and loads of freedom that i had over break are over, i am excited. i have two english classes (one is a modernism and beyond class where we read Ginsberg, Kesey, Elliot and other great great great writers). the other is a grammar and usage which is required for my minor (TESOL). two education classes. where i will get to spend time...
