May 2013
3 posts
the-dream-of-perpetual-romance:
So, get this.
Many scholars believe that the best written description of the orgasm exists in Mrs. Dalloway, the novel by Virginia Woolf. Here it is:
“Only for a moment; but it was enough. It was a sudden revelation, a tinge like a blush when one tried to check and then, as it spread, one yielded to its expansion, and rushed to the farthest verge and there...
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“When the artist depersonalizes the model by focusing solely on the aesthetics of...”
– Smaro Kamboureli, “Discourse and Intercourse”
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“The sexual act in erotica is not an end in itself; it is only one of the forms...”
– Smaro Kamboureli, “Discourse and Intercourse”
April 2013
14 posts
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“I must be a mermaid…I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow...”
– Anais Nin
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“These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body...”
– From “I Knew a Woman” by Theodore Roethke
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“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of...”
– Sylvia Plath, “The Rival”
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“Love is not just a function of the eyes.
Beautiful objects will, of course,...”
– Marcus Argentarius
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“Who carved Love
and placed him by
this fountain,
thinking
he could control...”
– “A statue of Eros” by Zenodotos
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“Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such grief
At any hand but hers?”
– From “Symptoms of Love” by Robert Graves
“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Strawberry”
I.
I suck on strawberries when I...”
– - Elizabeth Hernandez, “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Strawberry”
inspired by Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” (via hushedsoliloquies)
Poem Swap: Peter Quince at the Claviar →
poemswap:
BY WALLACE STEVENS
I
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your…
She Dreamed of Paradise.: Sunday Morning by... →
katherineofvalois:
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens…
“I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of...”
– from Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens (via bearsthatdance)
Poem Swap: Peter Quince at the Claviar →
poemswap:
BY WALLACE STEVENS
I
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your…
“Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.”
– Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel (via itsfromabook)
From Wallace Stevens' THINGS OF AUGUST
bigmamablogs:
The thinker as reader reads what has been written. He wears the words he reads to look upon Within his being,
A crown within him of crispest diamonds, A reddened garment falling to his feet, A hand of light to turn the page,
A finger with a ring to guide his eye, From line to line, as we lie on the grass and listen To that which has no speech,
The voluble intentions of the...
March 2013
3 posts
4 tags
“It is necessary that heteroglossia wash over a culture’s awareness of itself and...”
– Mikhail Bakhtin, “Discourse in the Novel”
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“All forms involving a narrator or a posited author signify to one degree or...”
– Mikhail Bakhtin, “Discourse in the Novel”
“Living well is no grand gesture. It is waking up. Trying to be reasonable and...”
– Beth, Local Milk Blog
February 2013
5 posts
5 tags
“I hate and I love. Why I do so, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it, and...”
– Cattallus
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“She could not possibly want only one human being.”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
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“There’s always something I can’t get hold of in you. You don’t...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
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“The unexpected happened, but even the ordinary was lovable, and in many ways...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
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“Form in fiction is emotion put into the right relations.”
– Virginia Woolf
January 2013
17 posts
2 tags
“Leila was sure if her partner didn’t come and she had to listen to that...”
– Katherine Mansfield, “Her First Ball”
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“Out of the smudgy little window you could see an immense expanse of sad-looking...”
– Katherine Mansfield, “Life of Ma Parker”
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“That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
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“She smiled, but she might have been sad.”
– Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
“Truth is various; truth comes to us in different disguises; it is not with the...”
– Virginia Woolf, “On Not Knowing Greek”
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“Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous...”
– Virginia Woolf, “Modern Fiction”
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“She wished to kiss him. But all the time she went on spinning out words.”
– The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf
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“I dream of a new age of curiosity.”
– Michel Foucault
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“I can’t help but dream about a kind of criticism that would try not to...”
– Michel Foucault
“Who is invisible enough to see you?”
– Paul Celan, from Breathturn in Selected Poems. (via ariellavolpe)
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion...”
– Virginia Woolf (via restfulmuses)
“I say I want to save the world but really
I want to write poems all day
I want...”
– Dorothy Lasky (via towake-todream)
“Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.”
– Wendell Berry, Leavings (2011)
“Everyone of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life. A...”
– Barbara Kingsolver (via thearrowofcarnations)
“You see, one can live without having survived.”
– from “Blue Hour,” by Carolyn Forché, in Blue Hour (via setmeastir)
LOVE WON'T SAVE US: “We are as forlorn as children... →
ahuntersheart:
“We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about hell…
“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”
– Franz Kafka (via likeafieldmouse)
December 2012
31 posts
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“I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words,...”
– Virginia Woolf’s The Waves
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“I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.”
– Virginia Woolf’s The Waves
“Missing someone is like hearing
a name sung quietly from somewhere
behind you....”
– Excerpt from “Slow Dance,” Tim Seibles (via commovente)
“My answer, then, as you may have guessed, is very simple. I write in service of...”
– Mark Helprin on why he writes. (via theparisreview)
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“All for a moment wavered and bent in uncertainty and ambiguity, as if a great...”
– Virginia Woolf’s The Waves
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“I sing my song by the fire like an old shell murmuring on the beach.”
– Virginia Woolf’s The Waves
“Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via fleurishes)
“Do you understand, do you understand, my dear sir, what it means when there is...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via illucescit) 