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Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.

Osho (via electrichoney)

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asymptotejournal:

Congratulations to the winners of the 2013 Best Translated Book Award!
In fiction:
Satantango by László Krasznahorkai, translated from the Hungarian by George Szirtes and published by New Directions
and in poetry:
 Wheel with a Single Spoke by Nichita Stanescu, translated from the Romanian by Sean Cotter, and published by Archipelago Books.
More about the books and award ceremony here.
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asymptotejournal:

Congratulations to the winners of the 2013 Best Translated Book Award!

In fiction:

Satantango by László Krasznahorkai, translated from the Hungarian by George Szirtes and published by New Directions

and in poetry:

Wheel with a Single Spoke by Nichita Stanescu, translated from the Romanian by Sean Cotter, and published by Archipelago Books.

More about the books and award ceremony here.

AM

I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (via substantia-nigra)

(Source: delicateswans, via substantia-nigra)

writersnoonereads:

“The history of literature is, of course, strewn with the neglected, the misunderstood, the forgotten, the never fully realized, and minor figures more influential than renowned. If one were to draw a Venn diagram comprised of each of these categories, Marcel Schwob, along with a handful of others, would be at the heart of their intersections. But how, one despairs, can a man praised so highly during his own life fall completely by the wayside posthumously, as if it was his vitality alone that kept him from obscurity?”

At 3:AM Magazine, Stephen writes about the rediscovery of Marcel Schwob and interviews translator Kit Schluter about Schwob’s haunting work, The Book of Monelle.

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another has
my eyes
points them
back
as a spectacle
bears me
witness
with revisioned
zeal.

laphamsquarterly:

Nice work, D.H.
mydaguerreotypeboyfriend:

The recent discovery of an unpublished D.H. Lawrence letter proves that he’s got your back, ladies. Writing in response to a misogynistic 1924 article titled “The Ugliness of Women,” Lawrence lay down the law: 


The hideousness {the author] sees is the reflection of himself, and of the automatic meat-lust with which he approaches another individual…Even the most “beautiful” woman is still a human creature. If {the author] approached her as such, as a being instead of as a piece of lurid meat, he would have no horrors afterwards. 


Thank you D.H. Lawrence, meat-lust warrior. (h/t Jezebel)

laphamsquarterly:

Nice work, D.H.

mydaguerreotypeboyfriend:

The recent discovery of an unpublished D.H. Lawrence letter proves that he’s got your back, ladies. Writing in response to a misogynistic 1924 article titled “The Ugliness of Women,” Lawrence lay down the law: 

The hideousness {the author] sees is the reflection of himself, and of the automatic meat-lust with which he approaches another individual…Even the most “beautiful” woman is still a human creature. If {the author] approached her as such, as a being instead of as a piece of lurid meat, he would have no horrors afterwards. 

Thank you D.H. Lawrence, meat-lust warrior. (h/t Jezebel)

mcgimpsey:

Poetry is not afraid of publicly articulating its modest prerogatives.  (sample poster)

mcgimpsey:

Poetry is not afraid of publicly articulating its modest prerogatives.  (sample poster)

There is that great proverb—that until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter…Once I realized that, I had to be a writer… It’s not one person’s job. But it is something we have to do, so that the story of the hunt will also reflect the agony, the travail—the bravery, even, of the lions.

Chinua Achebe
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theparisreview:

“I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to teach me how to write…I prefer to stumble on it.” RIP Chinua Achebe.Read our interview with the Nigerian writer here.

theparisreview:

“I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to teach me how to write…I prefer to stumble on it.” RIP Chinua Achebe.

Read our interview with the Nigerian writer here.

I have never separated the writing of poetry from prayer.

Derek Walcott (via theparisreview)

writersnoonereads:

“If someone asks me, ‘Why do you write?’ I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question. Nevertheless, there is an answer. I write because I hate. A lot. Hard.” — William Gass, The Paris Review 
William Gass’ latest (and last?) novel, Middle C is out today. (via greenapplebooks)



Yes.

writersnoonereads:

“If someone asks me, ‘Why do you write?’ I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question. Nevertheless, there is an answer. I write because I hate. A lot. Hard.” — William Gass, The Paris Review

William Gass’ latest (and last?) novel, Middle C is out today. (via greenapplebooks)

Yes.

Lapham's Quarterly: James Tate, "How the Pope is Chosen"

rachael-maddux:

Any poodle under ten inches high is a toy.
Almost always a toy is an imitation
of something grown-ups use.
Popes with unclipped hair are called “corded popes.”
If a Pope’s hair is allowed to grow unchecked,
it becomes extremely long and twists
into long strands…

2 months ago - 102

a bee paints pictures
an arabesque for the wind
the sting on my face