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A Writer's Ruminations
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Caitlin. 21. I love books. My favorite writers, and the people who appear on this blog the most are: Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Katherine Mansfield, Eudora Welty, and Walt Whitman (along with many others). I like to post quotes, poems, pictures, and anything else that I find interesting and inspiring. MY OTHER TUMBLRS: The Holocaust Katherine Mansfield Fuck Yeah Whitman Fuck Yeah Dead Poets Society Fuck Yeah Chaplin All About Marilyn Monroe All About Tori Amos The Final Sentence Women Reading A Vanished Time
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"Since time beganthe dead alone know peace.Life is but melting snow."

“Since time began the dead alone know peace. Life is but melting snow.” - death poem of Nandai, who died in 1817 from Japanese Death Poems, edited by Yoel Hoffmann

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"Bury me when I diebeneath a wine barrelin a tavern.With luckthe cask will leak."

“Bury me when I die beneath a wine barrel in a tavern. With luck the cask will leak.” - death poem of Moriya Sen’an, who died in 1838 from Japanese Death Poems, edited by Yoel Hoffmann

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"I’m writing again and I feel my force glow straight from me at its fullest. I’m better company...

“I’m writing again and I feel my force glow straight from me at its fullest. I’m better company, more of a human being.” - Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 19 June 1924. (via fuckyeahvirginia...

1 day ago

"I broke your heart.Now barefoot I treadon shards."

“I broke your heart. Now barefoot I tread on shards.” - Vera Pavlova, “I broke your heart” (translated by Steven Seymour)

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"If there is something to desire,there will be something to regret.If there is something to...&...

“If there is something to desire, there will be something to regret. If there is something to regret, there will be something to recall. If there is something to recall, there was nothing to regret. ...

1 day ago

teresabanks:Paul Celan reading TodesfugeEnglish translation...

teresabanks: Paul Celan reading Todesfuge English translation can be found here.

2 days ago

Diary entry of Roland Barthes It reads:Struck by...

Diary entry of Roland Barthes It reads: Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, t...

2 days ago

"I brought my love to bear, and then you died. It was the gangrene ate you to the bone My mothe...

“I brought my love to bear, and then you died. It was the gangrene ate you to the bone My mother said: you died like any man. How shall I age into that state of mind? I am the ghost of an infamous su...

2 days ago

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Sile...

“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circl...

2 days ago

"With you a part of me hath passed away;For in the peopled forest of my mindA tree made leafles...

“With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay...

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apoetreflects:“Re membering is only a new form of suffering.” ...

apoetreflects: “Remembering is only a new form of suffering.” —Charles Baudelaire

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"‘Chloe liked Olivia,’ I read. And then it struck me how immense a change was there. Chloe like...

“‘Chloe liked Olivia,’ I read. And then it struck me how immense a change was there. Chloe liked Olivia perhaps for the first time in literature…All these relationships between women, I thought, rapi...

2 days ago

"bend closerI’ll whisper a secreta large ear it hears what I mumble in sleep,..."

“bend closer I’ll whisper a secret a large ear it hears what I mumble in sleep, sleepwalker a hand with long thin fingers burrows through my brain, searches for the hidden the forgotten it is not pos...

3 days ago

"at nightI bathe in the quietforest lakein moonlightspread my linens on the grasssecretlybrew .....

“at night I bathe in the quiet forest lake in moonlight spread my linens on the grass secretly brew you something to drink from grasses gathered on St. John’s night from roots from the waters of the ...

3 days ago

sangfroidwoolf:Vi ta Sackville-West (1892 - 1962)

sangfroidwoolf: Vita Sackville-West (1892 - 1962)

3 days ago

"Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that."

“Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.” - Anna Kamienska, A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (translated by Clare Cavanagh)

4 days ago

"This morning I suddenly catch myself: I’m not there, I’m so lost in thought, I don’t know what...

“This morning I suddenly catch myself: I’m not there, I’m so lost in thought, I don’t know what’s going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?” - Anna Kamienska, A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook (...

4 days ago

deviatesinc:H.D.

deviatesinc: H.D.

4 days ago

"I have often asked myself why I enjoy writing (manually, that is) to such a great extent that....

“I have often asked myself why I enjoy writing (manually, that is) to such a great extent that usually the pleasure of having a nice sheet of paper and a good pen in front of me (as if it were the wo...

5 days ago

"Touched by a masterpiece, a person begins to hear in himself that same call of truth which pro...

“Touched by a masterpiece, a person begins to hear in himself that same call of truth which prompted the artist to his creative act. When a link is established between the work and its beholder, the ...

5 days ago

"The sky is shot with bright rays and blinds the eyes. You cannot endure so much brightness, yo...

“The sky is shot with bright rays and blinds the eyes. You cannot endure so much brightness, you lower your eyes or you throw yourself down upon the grass: it gleams with freshness and presses soft a...

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"To construct a narrative is to construct a moral order. But that order is condemned to be as.....

“To construct a narrative is to construct a moral order. But that order is condemned to be as precarious and provisional as the act of writing itself—a fragile and perilous enterprise, ceaselessly co...

5 days ago

"Nothing gapes wider than my woundI cry over this disaster, over everything,and feel your death...

“Nothing gapes wider than my wound I cry over this disaster, over everything, and feel your death more than my life. I walk over the stubble of the dead, and without warmth or consolation from anyone...

5 days ago

Film Night - May 26th, 10pm

awritersruminations: This Saturday, May 26th, from 10pm - 12am U.S. Eastern time, I am hosting a film on tinychat. This week, I will be showing my favorite film adaptation of Northanger Abbey, starri...

5 days ago

"Once more, it turned out thatthe real world doesn’t exist, to the immenserelief of antiquaries...

“Once more, it turned out that the real world doesn’t exist, to the immense relief of antiquaries. The secret was hidden somewhere else, not in soldiers’ knapsacks, but in a few notebooks.”” - Adam Z...

5 days ago

"if I could have caught up from the earth,the whole of the flowers of the earth,if once I could...

“if I could have caught up from the earth, the whole of the flowers of the earth, if once I could have breathed into myself the very golden crocuses and the red, and the very golden hearts of the fir...

6 days ago

"Saffron from the fringe of the earthwild saffron that has bent over the sharp edge of earthall...

“Saffron from the fringe of the earth wild saffron that has bent over the sharp edge of earth all the flowers that cut through the earth, all, all the flowers are lost; everything is lost, everything...

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"Hard dreams. The moment at which you recognize that your own death lies in wait somewhere with...

“Hard dreams. The moment at which you recognize that your own death lies in wait somewhere within your body. A lone ship defines the horizon. The rain is not safe to drink.” - Ron Silliman, from “You”

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"Reckless and random the cars race and roar and hunt us to death like blood hounds. I am alone ...

“Reckless and random the cars race and roar and hunt us to death like blood hounds. I am alone in a hostile world. The human face is hideous. This is to my liking. I want publicity and violence and t...

6 days ago

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