words

[gnossienne]

e.e. cummings

[studyinding]

ESSAYS: 

@betinaishungry teaches you how to better structure your essays

@rewritign shows you how to write conclusions

@intellectus has a guide on outlining essays

@caesarstudies breaks down how to write college-level essays

@your-futureteacher explains the hourglass essay

@iwillbeapolyglot has another great post for writing essays

FICTION:

@hope-studies gives advice/resources on writing a book

@fictionwritingtips is a great blog full of (surprise, surprise) fiction writing tips!

@janefriedman gives you the formula for the Hero’s Journey

@stephaniegrand explains the 7 types of narrative conflict

@createandnarrate has a checklist for killing characters

@likesummerrainn helps you develop a character

WRITING FOR SCHOOL: 

@vin-studies teaches you how to write a book review/report 

@studyingwithjessie tells you how to write research papers

HELPFUL WEBSITES:

Grammarly is a grammar check, plagiarism checker, and online proofreader

Microsoft Word’s insert citation feature explained

Ommwriter is a minimalistic writing tool

@studyquill compiled a list of writing resources 

Pacemaker helps you set a pace and goals for your writing

MISCELLANEOUS:

@studie-s has a great post of literary devices (including a handy downloadable pdf file!)

OTHER MASTERPOSTS:

@areistotle has a super helpful masterpost for all things English

@writing-the-words has a masterpost of writing advice

Thanks for reading! Let me know if any of the links stop working, and feel free to ask for a specific post or advice on a subject.

-Indi <3

[litverve]

Yearning for permanence, and who wouldn’t? Longing to believe it will last forever, But what does? Nothing I know of. Even the things that seem to stand still Flow slowly into other forms. The beloved’s first and only lesson: Everything that is, becomes.

Gregory Orr, “Yearning for permanence, and who wouldn’t?” (via soracities)

[lifeinpoetry]

Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But I do love these summer nights. Even more, I think, than those other times. The work finished for the day. And no one who can reach us now. Or ever.

Raymond Carver, “The Best Time of Day,” All of Us: The Collected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

[arubasmusings-deactivated202110]

Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly NOW. Love mercy NOW. Walk humbly NOW. You are not obligated to complete the work but neither are you free to abandon it.

From the Talmud

Pirkei Avos (Ethics/Chapters of the Fathers) 2:16 (via arubasmusings)

[endless-unfolding]

In the end there’s just me and the bloody Poem and the murderous Tongues of the trees, Their glossy green syllables licking my mind (the green Work of the wind).

Out there in the night between two trees is the Poem saying: Do not hate me Because I peeled the veil from your eyes and tore your world To shreds, and brought

The darkness down upon your head. Here is a book of tongues, Take it. (Dark leaves invade the air.) Beware! Now I know a language so beautiful and lethal My mouth bleeds when I speak it.

—Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “But,” in Afterworlds

[merulae]

Spain was what you tried to wake up from And could not. I see you, in moonlight, Walking the empty wharf at Alicante Like a soul waiting for the ferry, A new soul, still not understanding, Thinking it is still your honeymoon In the happy world, with your whole life waiting, Happy, and all your poems still to be found.

Ted Hughes, from You Hated Spain (via merulae)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

So remembering is only one more way of being alone when the voice has gone everywhere in the dusk of the porches looking for the last thing to say.

Tess Gallagher, closing lines to “Rhodondendrons,” Instructions to the Double (Graywolf Press, 1976)

[venuschild]

You, darkness, of whom I am born — I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes all the rest. But the darkness embraces everything: shapes and shadows, creatures and me, people, nations — just as they are. It lets me imagine a great presence stirring beside me. I believe in the night.

Rainer Maria Rilke (via acheforhim)

[bostonpoetryslam]

Writing poetry for me is pretty cold, actually. Just really focused on the image, and the word, and the line, and it’s interesting and it’s compelling. It’s a kind of an escape for me, a person who is very control-oriented. What is more controlled than a poem?

Saeed Jones, interviewed by Alexander Chee for The Rumpus (via bostonpoetryslam)

[quotebook-in]

Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.

Emery Allen (via ideacycling)

[songsforgorgons]

“The cliché that when women are liberated men will be liberated too shamelessly slides over the raw reality of male domination — as if this were an arrangement in fact arranged by nobody, which suits nobody, which works to nobody’s advantage. In fact, the very opposite is true. The domination of men over women is to the advantage of men; the liberation of women will be at the expense of male privilege. Perhaps afterwards, in some happy sense, men will be liberated too — liberated from the tiresome obligation to be ‘masculine.’ But allowing oppressors to lay down their psychological burdens is quite another, secondary sense of liberation. The first priority is to liberate the oppressed.  Never before in history have the claims of oppressed and oppressors turned out to be, on inspection, quite harmonious. It will not be true this time either.”

— From “The Third World of Women,” by Susan Sontag. Partisan Review, Vol. 40, No. 2 (1973).

[bibliochor-deactivated20170422]

Sappho, Fragment 23 [tr. Anne Carson]

[augustinepdf]

What is conversion? Not at all For me the experience of St Paul, No blinding light, a fitful glow Is all the light of faith I know Which sometimes goes completely out And leaves me plunging into doubt Until I will myself to go And worship in God’s house below — My parish church — and even there I find distractions everywhere. What is Conversion? Turning round To gaze upon a love profound. For some of us see Jesus plain And never once look back again, And some of us have seen and known And turned and gone away alone, But most of us turn slow to see The figure hanging on a tree And stumble on and blindly grope Upheld by intermittent hope. God grant before we die we all May see the light as did St Paul.

John Betjeman- The Conversion of St Paul (via paulstead)

[florizels]

No. I hate to bother you, but I am talking about evil. It blooms. It eats. It grins.

Anne Carson, Excerpt of The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide from Glass, Irony and God  (via milvertons)

[lapeuat-blog]

William Carlos Williams

[lapeuat-blog]

Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud With arching Wings, the sea-mew o'er my head Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts, Now floats upon the air, and sends from far A wildly-wailing Note.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Fragment 1