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Mostly It Is Loss/Our Revels Are Now Ended
For my friend Glen, who died yesterday.
Arthur Schopenhauer Quote
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.”-William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Shopping for the Bookworm: Victor Hugo Edition
“He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.”-Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Les Misérables Notebook by Constarlation. $6.99.
The Works of Victor Hugo, 1928, at Picard’s General Store. $29.00.
Victor Hugo Print by Terrific Friends. $15.00.
[Alternative Muses] Coming and Going: Pierre-Auguste Renoir/Tennessee Williams Mashup
The Umbrellas by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (born on 2/25/1841), circa 1881-1886.
“Life is an unanswered question, but let’s still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.”-Tennessee Williams (died on 2/25/1983)
Ernest Becker Quote
Edna St. Vincent Millay: 22 February 1892
Edna St. Vincent Millay was born on 22 February 1892.
Edna St. Vincent Millay.
“I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.”-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hey There, W.H. Auden! It’s Your Birthday!
Acclaimed poet Wystan Hugh Auden was born on 21 February 1907.
W.H. Auden by Carl Van Vechten, 1939.
“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”-W.H. Auden
Happy Birthday, André Breton!
André Breton, poet, writer, and father of Surrealism, was born on 19 February 1896.
André Breton, 1924.
“Let us not mince words…the marvelous is always beautiful, anything marvelous is beautiful, in fact only the marvelous is beautiful.”-André Breton
Yours truly on fiction
Another Year Has Passed and You Still Look Like This
When you died on 11 February 1963, my mom was nine years old. My grandmother was your age: thirty. She’s eighty-one now, but to all of the world you still look like this:
Sylvia Plath.
How sad.
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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