wisdom comes with winters

Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences. Daily suggestions of novels, short stories and poetry for a literary life.

[days-of-reading]

Don Paterson, Best Thought, Worst Thought: Aphorisms on Art, Sex, Work and Death

[sirxusblack]

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.

[xshayarsha]

“It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection; through art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.” (The Critic as Artist, 1891. Oscar Wilde.)

[marianhalcombes]

John William Waterhouse, Miranda–The Tempest (1916) / Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (1847)

literature + art | society6 | sappho + art

[victoriajoan]

amy lowell

[argonauticae]

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.

Katherine Mansfield, Katherine Mansfield Notebooks: Complete Edition  (via behindmyribcage)

[grace--upon--grace]

[lifeinpoetry]

I couldn’t push the story out, my mouth was filled with blood

Jeannine Hall Gailey, from “Remembering Philomel,” Becoming the Villainess (via lifeinpoetry)

[45h45]

[soracities]

George Saunders

[starrover]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[onlydoll]

[florizels]

I stand in the presence of the destroyed god: a rubble of tendons, knuckles and raw sinews. Knowing that the work is mine how can I love you?

Margaret Atwood, Excerpt of Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein from Selected Poems 1965-1975 

[okayodysseus]

100 picspams meme: pride and prejudice

[days-of-reading]

William Shakespeare, As You Like It

[wordsnquotes]

Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Atwood, Margaret. The Blind Assassin 

[tinyghosthands]

Anne Carson