Two books from the mid-1800s, given to me by a friend.
Antique Books: Cornell’s Primary Geography and Cushing’s Manual (Rules of Proceeding and Debate in Deliberative Assemblies). Both copies are from the 1850s.
Happy Birthday, Kurt Vonnegut! You were, are, and always will be one of my very favourite writers and humans. Your time on planet Earth made the place better for all of us. You are missed, now and forever.
U.S. Army Portrait of Kurt Vonnegut, 1940s
“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”-Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
Dreams by Vittorio Matteo Corcos, 1896
Dreams by Vittorio Matteo Corcos, 1896
The Googly Eye Books tumblr is good for a few literary laughs.
The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle Receives the Googly Eye Books Treatment
George Bernard Shaw
“I deal with all periods; but I never study any period but the present, which I have not yet mastered and never shall; and as a dramatist I have no clue to any historical or other personage save that part of him which is also myself…The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.”-Preface to The Sanity of Art (1907), George Bernard Shaw
Here’s an excerpt from my seasonally-appropriate short story, Beyond the Boneyard Gate. It is featured in the October issue of The Paperbook Collective.
“I open them on the inhale. Smoke laps against my prickly face. A bright orange dot glows from the statue like a pulsating beacon, growing and then receding with each pull of breath. His breath. Moonlight glances off of a face whose features are re-forming before me, as stone becomes flesh and sinew. I pant, voiceless, and do not scream again.”
The Masque of the Red Death by Harry Clarke, 1919
“The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.”-The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe
The Fall of the House of Usher by Harry Clarke, 1919
“While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened-there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind-the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight-my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder-there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters-and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the “HOUSE of USHER.”-The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allan Poe
The Pit and the Pendulum by Harry Clarke, 1919
“I was sick-sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me.”-The Pit and the Pendulum, Edgar Allan Poe
Sylvia Plath Quote
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