I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself.– Montaigne
A Quick Note on...
metatfios: All the Asks metaTFIOS has been receiving RE: the existence of The Hectic Glow. Asking whether The Hectic Glow is real (and not a joke page on Omnictionary) is like asking whether An Imperial Affliction is real.
Read, read, read. Read everything-trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window. William Faulkner
there is no edge to our universe. Today I have decided to find that comforting.
Shut your eyes and see.– James Joyce, Ulysses (via fishingboatproceeds)
To have a child is to let loose a force upon the world. -The Penelopiad, Margaret Atwood
Neil Gaiman: What today is... →
neil-gaiman: ”Well, when I changed schools, when I was a kid, my Dad made a point of telling me how much he had always looked forward to Presidents’ Day, when he was a boy, because it’s the law that on Presidents’ Day, the kids who go to school dressed as their favourite presidents get a big bag of candy.”
He Wishes for Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with the golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams… —W.B. Yeats
The Poetry Tribune: 10 Essential Poetry... →
thepoetrytribune: If you haven’t read a lot of poetry, you might not know the best places to start. I think every reader should have these fantastic books, and if you read them all, you’ll already know a lot about poetry…and you’ll just be a smarter and better person, period. Leaves of Grass, Walt…
THOSE WHO CAN, TEACH Some days, everything goes right in my room. Other days, like today, the computers don’t work, everybody has “lost” their book, I forget to focus on the same motif in each class, or someone wonders why that particular poem was worthy of attention when I thought it was a song from the gods. And there are so many things that I should do, that I...
Sophie Cabot Black, "The One Turn That Makes the... →
Maybe the light from a small window Tucked at the utmost eave of the barn Could be misunderst00d; if only I had pulled In by the other way or not looked up Against such darkness. The animal I brought Into this no longer mine, the task Each day was to confine enough, from harm Or from each other… …speechless in the face of genius
The Fault in Our Stars, The Metatext: Emily... →
metatfios: “And then we were out of Jesus’s heart and in the parking lot, the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness” (Green 18). There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral…
I got the best V-day card today →
Fanny Brawne's Fabulous Love Letter: I cannot...
My dearest Girl, This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my Life. My love has made...
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the...– Percy Bysshe Shelley
John Green's tumblr: Only if You've Read The Fault... →
fishingboatproceeds: I’ve started a blog for people who’ve finished my new book The Fault in Our Stars. It’s a place where I can answer (some of) your questions and hopefully if I figure out comments you can participate in the discussion. I don’t even know if this will work, but I’m hopeful? The blog is password…