16 July (1954): William S. Burroughs to Allen Ginsberg
Oh God! Am I going to start referring to love as The Phenomena? Sounds like some great man’s arch and rather nauseous private letters.
New Freedoms
What do we gain from pretending George Zimmerman is white?
15 July (1954): Howard Moss to Elizabeth Bishop
It is unbelievable what people say about poetry—there must be a stable of morons somewhere kept exclusively for this purpose. When I find it, my home-made demolition bomb will do its usual efficient work.
Anna Craycroft: A Weekly Correspondence (7/22/13)
word = work = praxis
sacrifice of action = verbalism
sacrifice of reflection = activism
Anna Craycroft: A Weekly Correspondence (7/15/13)
The aim is an inner one, namely, that the child train himself to observe; that he be led to make comparisons between objects, to form judgments, to reason and to decide…
12 July (1958): Ted Hughes to Aurelia Plath
This is one of the main problems in poetry writing I think, bringing your style to unity with your experience. It would be easy if your experience weren’t continually outgrowing itself. As it is one’s style is always just a bit out of date.
11 July (1894): Anton Chekhov to Alexei Suvorin
My brain functions feebly and doesn’t want to get any more weighty impressions. I would prefer some sea bathing and nonsensical talk.
10 July (1913): Robert Frost to Sidney Cox
You must learn to take other people less uncritically and yourself more uncritically. You are all eaten up by the inroads of your own conscience.
9 July (1916): D. H. Lawrence to Catherine Carswell
Is there nothing beyond my fellow man? If not, then there is nothing beyond myself, beyond my own throat, which may be cut, and my own purse, which may be slit: because I am the fellow-man of all the world, my neighbour is but myself in a mirror. So we toil in a circle of pure egoism.
8 July (1935): Thomas Wolfe to J.G. Stikeleather
I suppose it boils downs to this: you want to be a famous man and a great writer, and yet you want to lead an obscure, simple, and plain kind of life like other men.