The Splendiferously Bearded Writers Social Club: Anthony Trollope

  • Name: Anthony Trollope
  • DOB: 4/24/1815
  • Member Since: 1863
  • Status: Charter Member
  • Important Role: Head of the decorating committee.
  • Hobbies: Creating imaginary communities; day jobbing at the postal office; fox-hunting.
Anthony Trollope by Napoleon Sarony

Anthony Trollope by Napoleon Sarony

 

Algernon Charles Swinburne is Ready for His Close-Up

Algernon Charles Swinburne died on 10 April 1909. In addition to being ever-ready for a good close-up…

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…he was quite an accomplished and well-rounded writer.

QUOTE: “For winter’s rains and ruins are over,/And all the season of snows and sins;/The days dividing lover and lover,/The light that loses, the night that wins.”

SOME WORKS: Mary Stuart; The Sisters; Atalanta in Calydon; Songs of Two Nations; A Century of Roundels; A Study of Shakespeare.

A KEEPSAKE:

A Swinburne Poetry Selection at Professor Booknoodle

A Swinburne Poetry Selection at Professor Booknoodle. $25.00

 

[R]evolving Incarnations Wants You!

Do you love reading? Are you very, very brave like a storybook hero(ine)? If you answered yes, then you are welcome to join the dialogue of [R]evolving Incarnations. We are looking for hearty, passionate readers to take our 40 question Q&A. If you are unfamiliar with the series, follow these links:

The only requirement is that you love, love, love reading. Genre preference doesn’t matter, really! We hope to represent as many bookish experiences and viewpoints as possible, whilst fostering frank and refreshing discussions of what it means to be a reader in the 21st-century. If you are interested in taking the invigorating plunge, or have any questions, you may leave a reply in the comment section or e-mail us at: onetrackmuse@gmail.com. Thank you, and happy reading!

FYI: [R]evolving Incarnations is taking a break this week, as I am still spending time with The Chef before he leaves on his trip!

Daily Prompt: Judgment Day

I cannot get over the fact that it is possible to have one favourite book. My mind is blown. What was the question again?

This bafflement is in response to the Daily Prompt: Judgment Day. If you were to judge your favourite book by its cover, would you still read it?

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers-Featuring Cassie of Books & Bowel Movements

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers is an interview series done in classic Q&A format. Each entry features one intrepid writer/blogger/artist/creative mastermind as they take on the same 40 reading-themed questions and scenarios. This is the second entry (you can read the first here). Be sure to leave your thoughts in the comments section!

CASSIE

Cassie of Books & Bowel Movements is a North Carolina based blogger. I discovered her blog shortly after joining WordPress, and it remains one of my favourite reads. Her writing is funny, beautiful, and moving. Be sure to check out her site!

  • What book have you always wanted to read, but haven’t? Why? I’ve never read “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. My mom is going to kill me for this if she sees this Q&A.  She’s been recommending that book to me since sixth grade. I’m not sure why I haven’t read it. It’s just one of those books that sits on my shelf and I know I’m going to read it one day and hopefully that will be the day that I was meant to read it. There will be some lesson that I need to learn at that moment in my life. I haven’t read enough Larry Levis, Leonard Cohen, Anne Carson, Jack Gilbert or Edna St. Vincent Millay, Amy Hempel, either. And Raymond Carver, but I think I’d need a whiskey sour and a deep cigar in order to crack him open for an evening.
  • What is your favourite line or passage from a book? Oh, dear God. How do I choose one?  I’ll give you one or two from each of my favorite book notebooks.                                                                                                         Notebook #1: titled “Summer 2011-Fall 2011: Chautaqua, Merwin, Phase 10”
    1. “You know everything at 8, but it is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.” – The Gathering by Anne Enright
    2. “Do not listen to the lies of old men/who fear your power/who preach that you were “born in sin.”  A flower is moral by its own flowering.” –Circling the Daughter by Ethridge Knight

    Notebook #2: titled “Bad Experiments: Miss Blue Pleated Skirt”

    1. “But ultimately, it all remained unreadable for him, though reading, he felt, was not a natural thing and should not be done to people. In general, people were not road maps. People were not hieroglyphs or books. They were not stories.  A person was a collection of accidents. A person was an infinite pile of rocks with things growing underneath. In general, when you felt a longing for love, you took a woman and possessed her gingerly and not too hopefully until you finally let go, slept, woke up, and she eluded you once more. Then you started over. Or not.” – Lorrie Moore
    2. “But it was more than that. It was womanhood they were entering. The deep forest of it and no matter how many women and men too are saying these days that there is little difference between us, the truth is that men find their way into that forest only on clearly marked trails, while women move about it like birds.” – Andre Dubus
    3. “Virginia imagines someone else, yes, someone strong of body but frail-minded; someone with a touch of genius, of poetry, ground under by the wheels of the world, by war and government, by doctors; a someone who is, technically speaking, insane, because that person sees meaning everywhere, knows that trees are sentient beings and sparrows sing in Greek.” – The Hours, Michael Cunningham 

    Notebook #3: titled “End of the Image”

  1. “When I want to see the furthest into my soul, I will write a sentence by hand and then write another sentence over it, followed by another. An entire paragraph will live in one line, and no one else can read it. That is the point. On occasions, in a café, I can fill an entire paper place mat on both sides. On a plane, the paper bag for airsickness is my canvas. Anything will do: the backs of business cards, receipts, and napkins, any scrap of paper. A friend of mine calls it my disease, I call it my confessional.” – When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams

And every other word written by that woman.