Happy Birthday Hans Christian Andersen (April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875)
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Happy Birthday, Émile Zola!
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“When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.” Anaïs Nin, “Diary” 1933
"There are two kinds of light: the glow that illuminates and the glare that obscures."
—
James Thurber
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"[Contemporary man] is blind to the fact that, with all his rationality and efficiency, he is possessed by “powers” that are beyond his control. His gods and demons have not disappeared at all; they have merely got new names. They keep him on the run with restlessness, vague apprehensions, psychological complications, an insatiable need for pills, alcohol, tobacco, food – and, above all, a large array of neuroses."
— Carl Jung (via fuckyeahcarljung)
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“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
—Virginia Woolf
“A true account of the actual is the rarest poetry, for common sense always takes a hasty and superficial view.”
—Henry David Thoreau
“Prose—it might be speculated—is discourse; poetry ellipsis. Prose is spoken aloud; poetry overheard. The one is presumably articulate and social, a shared language, the voice of “communication”; the other is private, allusive, teasing, sly, idiosyncratic as the spider’s delicate web, a kind of witchcraft unfathomable to ordinary minds.”
—Joyce Carol Oates
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“The false poet speaks of himself, almost invariably in the name of others. The true poet speaks with others when he talks to himself.”
—Octavio Paz, from “Recapitualtions” in Alternating Current (Arcade Publishing, 1990), translated from the Spanish by Helen Lane
From Wordsworth, “Written in March”
…
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
