Who should defend the moon if not poets?
-Antoni Slonimski
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Who should defend the moon if not poets?
-Antoni Slonimski
“how many a time, when I see a cemetery, in the moonlight, have I asked myself if I'd not be better off side by side with those laid to rest.” and, “for pleasures, like boys in a school playground, had so trampled across his heart that nothing green now sprouted there, and whatever passed that way, more heedless than the children, left - unlike them - no name carved upon the wall.”
to “Léon could feel it between his fingers, and the very substance of his being seemed to be flowing down into that moist palm.” and, “She said nothing; he kept quiet, captivated by her silence, as he would have been by the sound of her voice.” and, “She wanted to hear nothing, wanted to see nothing, so as not to interfere with this cherishing of her love that was fading away, do what she might, beneath external sensations.”
Gustave Flaubert wrote poetry between his prose.
everyone is allowed to be really weird about 1 guy. its your free guy to be as weird about as you want
i want to look at you while you look at the moon
i swear these english lit lectures will kill me
Oh to be a Character in a Thomas Hardy novel and help bake breads and read clssics and translate them in your target language while riding a horse drawn cart in a small town to deliver the bread you baked.
Everything I’ve learned about euphoria has been against my will
Great Gatsby is a masterpiece and anyone who disagrees can have the fate of Mrytle 👍🏼
I’m kidding ofcourse
(or am i ?)
Plus Jane Austen is a queen and we all should pray to her👍🏼
I realise The Grapes of Wrath is beautiful and important and I should’ve read it earlier but I’m not really a fan of learning about modern America but but but when I think about it, anyone dissing capitalism is my personal hero? So yeah, i loved that too👍🏼
Hawthorne’s personal life interests me more than his novels tbh 👍🏼
What else?
Oh, Shakespeare is a dad and I love him👍🏼
[Hark! A Vagrant No. 202 by Kate Beaton]
when steinbeck said you can trust in imperturbability and when margaret atwood said in hardships you trust a rock more than a cake
What your favorite classic book says about you (part III)
I, Claudius: You aspire to be a powerful dictator and wear togas
The Godfather: You have a complex, not imaginary, connection of friends who would do anything for you
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest: You ditched school at least once a month
1984: You know the government is watching every single move you make
Little Women: You have a tight connection with your siblings, even if one dates your crush
The Grapes of Wrath: You plan on moving out west after high school
A Christmas Carol: You believe in ghosts and happy endings
Breakfast of Champions: Your best trait is your humor
Draqula: You hate Twilight for romanticizing your bloody moster baby
The Lord of the Rings: You have a fan account for LOTR on every social media platform.
If you read The Grapes of Wrath and thought that the only important theme was "Americans will always overcome hardship :)" while ignoring the theme of "capitalism is an inherently oppressive system designed to dehumanize and exploit the very labor force which it needs to function," then you need to reevaluate the entire book.
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?
- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath