Archive for May, 2013

First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

Millay, Edna St. Vincent. “First Fig.” Poetry 12.3 (1918): n. pag. Print.

Reflections: On the Magic of Writing by Diana Wynne Jones

This garden strikes me now, though it didn’t at the time, as a perfect analogue of what a good book (as opposed to a Real Book) should be, though I must confess I’m not too clear as to how the gardener and the bees fit in. A good book should be another place, beyond ordinary life and quite different from it, made with care and containing marvels. But though it is beyond everyday life, it is by no means unconnected with it. You have to beg the key. And – maybe this is where the bees at least fit in – you can tell the bees things. The bees don’t solve your problems. You have to do that. But the mere fact of having taken you mind to another place for a while, if that place is sufficiently wonderful, means that you come back with experience.

Jones, Diana Wynne. Reflections: On the Magic of Writing. New York: Greenwillow, 2012.

Silence

Cum tacent clamant. 
In their silence, they scream. 

Theory and History of Folklore by Vladimir Propp

“The tale is over; I can’t lie anymore” – thus do Russian narrators conclude their stories. 

Propp, V., and A. Liberman. Theory and History of Folklore. Minneapolis: University of Minnesota, 1984. 79.

The Courtship of Mr. Lyon by Angela Carter

How strange he was. She found his bewildering difference from herself almost intolerable; its presence choked her. 

Carter, Angela. “The Courtship of Mr. Lyon.” The Bloody Chamber. New York: Penguin, 1993. 45.

The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter

And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.

Carter, Angela. “The Bloody Chamber.” The Bloody Chamber. New York: Penguin, 1993. 11.