#e.b.white

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Letter from E.B. White to a man who wrote to him in despair over the bleakness of the human race. That's all I've got today, friends.

[dabiconcordia]

“They have been my friends. That in itself is a tremendous thing." ― E. B. White

[pamelahobartcarter]

April 1: Pink

The Poeming-BANS OFF OUR POETRY

White, E. B. Charlotte's Web. New York and Evanston: Harper and Row, Publishers, 1952. Print. Pg. 4.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

 In old age, when he was suffering from Alzheimer’s, E.B. White liked to have his own essays and books read to him. Sometimes, White would ask who wrote what he was listening to, and his chief reader, his son Joe, would tell him, “You did, Dad.” Sims says White “would think about this odd fact for a moment and sometimes murmur, ‘Not bad.’ 

Maureen Corrigan reviews a new book about the life of E.B. White and the origins of Charlotte’s Web. (via nprfreshair)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The zeppelin era peaked with Hindenburg. A mechanic checks an engine during a 1936 flight.

* * * *

“Your creative endeavors can never be thoroughly mapped out ahead of time. You have to allow for the suddenly altered landscape, the change in plan, the accidental spark– and you have to see it as a stroke of luck rather than a disturbance of your perfect scheme. Habitually creative people are, in E. B. White’s phrase, ‘prepared to be lucky.’”

— Twyla Tharp, The Creative Habit: Learn it and Use it for Life

[alive on all channels]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Art by Greg Stones

* * * * *

“I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”

— E.B. White 

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

We received a letter from the Writers’ War Board the other day asking for a statement on “The Meaning of Democracy.” It presumably is our duty to comply with such a request, and it is certainly our pleasure. Surely the Board knows what democracy is. It is the line that forms on the right. It is the don’t in don’t shove. It is the hole in the stuffed shirt through which the sawdust slowly trickles; it is the dent in the high hat. Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half of the time. It is the feeling of privacy in the voting booths, the feeling of communion in the libraries, the feeling of vitality everywhere. Democracy is a letter to the editor. Democracy is the score at the beginning of the ninth. It is an idea which hasn’t been disproved yet, a song the words of which have not gone bad. It’s the mustard on the hot dog and the cream in the rationed coffee. Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

—E B White, Reply to the Writers' War Board, The New Yorker, July 3, 1943

[Thanks Robert Scott Horton]

[pamelahobartcarter]

April 1: PINK White, E. B. Charlotte's Web. New York and Evanston: Harper and Row, Publishers, 1952. Print. Pg. 4.