My sweet cousin bought me this book for Christmas. As most of you know, I do an occasional feature about dead writers’ style, so this is up my alley.
American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on 22 December 1869:
“Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.”–Edwin Arlington Robinson
“The first draft is just telling yourself the story.”—Terry Pratchett
“Never keep a poem waiting; it might be a really good one, and if you don’t get it down, it’s lost.”–Ruth Stone
“For two extraordinary years, I have been working on it–learning to write– but mostly learning how to tell the truth. At first it is quite impossible. You make yourself better than anybody, and when you finally come to see you are “like” everybody– that is the bitterest blow of all to the ego. But in the end it is only the truth, no matter how ugly or shameful, that is right, that fits together, that makes real people, and strangely enough– beauty…”–Louise Brooks
The extraordinarily gifted and intelligent Louise Brooks– dancer, actor, and writer–was born on 14 November 1906. May she never be forgotten.
Robert Louis Stevenson was born on this day in 1850.
“I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.”–Robert Louis Stevenson
“I will not be “famous,” “great.” I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one’s self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.”–Virginia Woolf
Hi all! My apologies for the lack of recent posts. We moved into a new apartment two weeks ago, and have been working overtime to settle into the new place. Everything should be back to normal on the blog very soon.
Until then, enjoy this photo of the late Irish writer Maeve Brennan.
“The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always.”–Arthur Miller