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shelbyfshaw: newyorker: “Most educated people can name half a dozen poets who are more famous for their messy lives and deaths than for their poems… The narratives endure because they align with the popular understanding of what it is to be an artist.” Sarah Manguso writes about Sylvia Plath, who died fifty years ago today, and looks at the changing way we talk about mental...
arijuana: acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists paralian - A person who lives near the sea aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets dwale - To wander about deliriously sabaism - The worship of stars dysphoria - An unwell feeling aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome mimp - To speak in a prissy...
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the...– John Steinbeck (via penamerican)
POEM I watched an armory combing its bronze bricks and in the sky there were...– Frank O’Hara, Poem, 1954. Also my favourite word, samovar, which is just a water boiler, I know, but I will love it for ever, the sound and the promise of tea and 19th century Russian lit. (via othernotebooksareavailable) “O my enormous piano, you are not like being outdoors/though it is cold and...
[As a college student] I felt like the daughter of a famous parent with older...– Scottie told this to one of Scott’s biographers in 1970. Found in Scottie the Daughter of by Eleanor Lanhan on page 11. (via fyeahzeldafitzgerald)
Some of [the paper dolls] represented the three of us. Once upon a time these...– Frances Scott Fitzgerald Lanhan Smith wrote in 1985 about the paper dolls that Zelda Fitzgerald made for her. Found in Scottie the Daughter of by Eleanor Lanhan on page 12. (via fyeahzeldafitzgerald)
An eyeless grey woman at a bus stop showed me her watch the other day. It had a...– The Yellow Moon On The Wet Step: Cyclops (via othernotebooksareavailable)
The stops that come every few hours spell excitement. During the first two days...– ‘No Money, No Honey’, an account by Lily Keil of her being kicked off the Trans-Siberian railway somewhere in Siberia, in the Aussie lit journal, Meanjin. (via othernotebooksareavailable)