“No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmèd web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott…”
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1832
“Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? … Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams.”
A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray
jane austen meme | one novel
“It is only a novel… or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language”
Il canto di uno stornello by Silvestro Lega, 1868 (detail)
When I die bury me inside the practice room
cleaning out my folders: books
~ L.M. Montgomery
literature meme | 3/5 poets | Emily Dickinson
During the period of the 1850 religious revival in Amherst, Dickinson assessed the circumstances to a friend. Far from using the language of “renewal” associated with revivalist vocabulary, she described a landscape of desolation darkened by an affliction of the spirit.
She wrote, “How lonely this world is growing, something so desolate creeps over the spirit and we don’t know it’s name, and it won’t go away, either Heaven is seeming greater, or Earth a great deal more small, or God is more “Our Father,” and we feel our need increased. Christ is calling everyone here, all my companions have answered, even my darling Vinnie believes she loves, and trusts him, and I am standing alone in rebellion, and growing very careless. Abby, Mary, Jane, and farthest of all my Vinnie have been seeking, and they all believe they have found; I can’t tell you what they have found, but they think it is something precious. I wonder if it is?”
Dickinson’s question frames the decade. Within those ten years she defined what was incontrovertibly precious to her. Not religion, but poetry; not the vehicle reduced to its tenor, but the process of making metaphor and watching the meaning emerge. (via the poetry foundation)
Sometimes, I feel that God doesn’t want me to be happy.
Donna Tartt, “The Secret History” (via elucipher)
In the original context (Book 10 of Virgil’s Eclogues, line 69), amor vincit omnia means that anyone can be overcome by the love (figured as a madness or a disease). It does not mean that love allows you to overcome anything and everything. This is one of my pet peeves as a recovering classicist.
"i wish i was born in the 90s" says the young girl. suddenly, her surroundings change- french flags fly above and around her, crowds are cheering. it is france, 1793. the king is dead. long live the revolution.