January 2012
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Books Read 2011
I read 48 books this year! Two of them don’t show up in my Goodreads chart because they were re-reads. If you want to see the full list, click here. This year I discovered the wonderful Virginia Woolf, who is difficult but worth it, and Joan Didion, who is one of the most amazing and heartbreaking writers. Many people on tumblr are doing this and are tagging their posts with “best...
dyedreams asked: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag backs. xxx
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The vast night.
Now there’s nothing else
but fragrance.
– Borges
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December 2011
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When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.
– Rumi (via mirroir)
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I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I...
– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
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What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
– Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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The Trailer for "The Hobbit" →
In theaters December 14, 2011
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Streams and mountains never stay the same.
– Gary Snyder, from “Endless Streams and Mountains” (via the-final-sentence)
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Sex
Hey followers,
As you may or may not know, I am considering writing my Honors Thesis on Sex in Literature/Erotica. It’s just an idea, and I am in the process of trying to figure out what in particular I would like to study and research. I assume that I would talk about how sex appears in literature throughout time, to what extent it is used, in what ways, common ideas, etc.
If anyone has...
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There Is a Gold Light in Certain Old Paintings-...
1 There is a gold light in certain old paintings That represents a diffusion of sunlight. It is like happiness, when we are happy. It comes from everywhere and nowhere at once, this light, And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the cross Share in its charity equally with the cross. 2 Orpheus hesitated beside the black river. With so much to look forward to he looked back. We...
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We Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye- Anna Akhmatova
We don’t know how to say goodbye. We wander all over, shoulder to shoulder. It is already starting to get dark, You’re thoughtful, and I remain quiet. Let’s go inside a church, and watch A baptism, a wedding, a funeral. Why can’t we live like that? Let’s leave, not looking at each other. Or, let us sit in the cemetery, Quiet in the trampled snow. And watch you trace with a stick, Places where we...
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Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there’s no such...
– Wislawa Szymborska, from “True Love,” translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh