May 2012
230 posts
“There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.”
– Joseph Brodsky (via larmoyante)
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
poetrysince1912:
Oh you will take whatever’s offered And dream that all the world’s a friend, Suffer as your mother suffered, Be as broken in the end. —Poetry, May 1914 At The Rumpus, Michelle Dean explains the story behind the poems: “To A Child Dancing in the Wind” (above), and “When You Are Old.”
“Monday.
Me. Tuesday.
Me. Wednesday.
Me. Thursday.
Me.”
– The opening of Gombrowicz’s Diary (via invisiblestories)
“ For those of you afraid to die alone: picture me cradling your ailing bones....”
“Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.”
– William S. Burroughs, The Job: Interviews with William S. Burroughs (via honeyforthehomeless)
“America is such a strange culture. It has all this wildness in it. And yet the...”
– James Purdy, BOMB 5/Spring 1983 (via bombmagazine)
“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I...”
– Tom Hodgkinson: Why Shakespeare’s pain is pure poetry - The Independent
“Would now the wind but had a body; but all the things that most exasperate and...”
– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (via littletoboggans)
