It's been a year in literary loss--Maya Angelou and Nadine Gordimer were both visionaries, and the world is a bit poorer with them gone
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It's been a year in literary loss--Maya Angelou and Nadine Gordimer were both visionaries, and the world is a bit poorer with them gone
“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”
James Joyce-Ulysses
oh gosh, Narratology!
is beautiful. I'm having so much fun writing notes on Mieke Bal that I'm getting ink all over my fingers.
Juxtaposing the agency of the reader, the narrator, and the text is so unanswerable and interesting. Also, a literary theory author who clearly follows a logical flow of definitions to a conclusion is really refreshing compared to so many that decide to take control of the English language without providing adequate explanation of why and how they are doing so.
In that most precious instant, I shall take all words that ever were, or weren't, or could, or couldn't be, and in mad armfuls, not bouquets, I'll smother you in them. oh god, how I love you, I choke with love, I stumble in madness, tread a fiery region where reason is consumed, I love you beyond the limits that love sets himself, I love, I love.
Cyrano De Bergerac