«Das Leben ist eine Komödie für jene, die denken, eine Tragödie aber für jene, die fühlen.« Guten Morgen mit Oscar Wilde 16. Oktober 1854 - 30. November 1900 
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„I'm afraid that we could lose our language, and so lose our souls, our sense of truth, and ordinary reality, our sense of direction, our knowledge of right and wrong.“ (Iris Murdoch, The Good Apprentice)
Good morning, #writingcommunity and #poetry lovers 💚📚 This week’s #poetrybrew ☕️ might convince you to start wearing more metaphorical purple. “Warning” by Jenny Joseph
“‘you know my city well, I hear.‘ ‘Yes, I studied there for two years when I was young. I was loath to depart from its great library.‘ ‘Ah, the library‘, he smiles. ‘Men enter its wide-open portals intending to consume what is within & find themselves devoured instead.‘“ ✍️Michael O‘Brien, Theophilos
Hand Reaching for Book in Library
ALT: Hand Reaching for Book in Library
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„It's a district of literary ghosts that walk in broad daylight. Keep your imagination peeled &see Virginia Woolf loping off to the library with a trug full of books. At every 20th step, she takes a sharp drag at a cigarette &pulls a tormented face as if she had never tasted anything so disgusting.“
My new book You Have a Calling has a lot of poetry in it (naturally). There’s one poem I wanted to include so very badly but couldn’t get permission. I wanted to include it in my last chapter on the beautiful. Here it is: blueflowerarts.com/illumination...
Poem Beginning With A Retweet - Blue Flower Arts
by Maggie Smith If you drive past horses and don’t say horses you’re a psychopath. If you see an airplane but don’t point it out. A rainbow, a cardinal, a butterfly. If you don’t whisper-shout albino ...
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„I am looking out of my window in an anxious & resentful state of mind, oblivious of my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment everything is altered…“ 1/2
Sunday. Not the same from here in the garden, but still good. Yeah, still good. ☺️
Happy World Migratory Bird Day! Today we celebrate migratory birds, and their amazing travels all around the globe.
"...autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling." -Persuasion #JaneAusten #BookWormSat
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." George Eliot's Letter to Miss Lewis, October 1, 1841 🎨 Alfred Stevens 'Autumn' (1876) #BookWormSat
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Shakespeare, Sonnet 73 #BookWormSat
Massive Flock of Birds Explodes from Tree
ALT: Massive Flock of Birds Explodes from Tree
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„Es liebt dich einer, und du meinst, er hasse dich; es haßt dich einer, und du meinst, er liebe dich. Wie es nun sei, es ist eben dunkel.“ ✍️Aurelius Augustinus
„Herr, es liegt ein Traum von dir in meiner Seele, aber ich kann nicht zu dir kommen, denn alle meine Tore sind verriegelt! […] ich bin eingeschlossen in mein ewiges Allein! […] Meine Liebe ist wie Treppen in der Seele: immer, immer bin ich nur in mir! […]“ ✍️Gertrud von le Fort, Hymnen an die Kirche
‘The feather from the ravens breast Falls on the stubble lea The acorns near the old crows nest Fall pattering down the tree’ ~ Autumn, John Clare. 🍂 Tomorrow’s #BookWormSat embraces the season with autumn in literature. Bring all your fallen leaves and join us. 🍁
„Dazu kommt, daß das letzte Jahr mir […] immer mehr von jenen tausend kleinen Nöten aufbürdete, die auf die Dauer so mürbe und leer machen. Da ist ein einziges Gespräch dann geradezu ein Geschenk, ein seelisches Erholen, von dem sich lange leben läßt.“ ✍️Gertrud von Le Fort
„Meghan O'Gieblyn copies a line from Simone Weil on an index card and tapes it above her desk: ‘We have to try to cure our faults by attention and not by will.‘“
Commonweal@commonwealmagazine.org · 2w ago"The heart of the book is the author’s midlife return to the two forces that shaped her young-adult years: religion and alcohol." Todd Shy reviews Meghan O’Gieblyn’s memoir of alcoholism and attentive escape: www.commonwealmagazine.org/we-are-doubl...
„What is this longing in my heart, my thoughts? It is loneliness, of course. But what is loneliness? Is it the sense of incompletion, like a severing or clamping of arterial flow, when love cannot express itself or receive the expressed love of others? What binds two souls together like this? 1/2
Just once I would like to see a film featuring a post-apocalypse world where the camp of survivors they get to is as idyllic as possible and everyone does their best.
Today’s cartoon, by Anjali Chandrashekar: “Want these to be delivered earlier than expected, later than expected, or never?”
Nearly two centuries after “Jane Eyre” first defied the conventions of Victorian England, China is requiring a new generation of teenagers to read her story. The book is widely celebrated in China for its themes of independence and equality between women and men.
Why China Is Requiring Ninth Graders to Read ‘Jane Eyre’
The Victorian heroine has long been celebrated in China for her independence and insistence on equality.
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The secret lives of men who read romance books: ‘My life is full of love, so I’m drawn to them’
The secret lives of men who read romance books: ‘My life is full of love, so I’m drawn to them’
It’s often assumed straight men are not interested in romantic fiction – but many are sharing their passion in forums online
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Es gibt Dinge im Leben, Die man nie sagt, Weil man glaubt, Man hätte noch ein ganzes Leben lang Zeit, Was sind wir bloß für Träumer! Das Leben rast dahin Es nimmt auf unsere Zögerlichkeit keine Rücksicht, Unsere Zeit auf Erden ist vor allem eins: endlich Gute Nacht 
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
