‘Tis the good reader that makes the good book; in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakably meant for his ear; the profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader; the profoundest thought or passage sleeps as in a mine, until it is discovered by an equal mind and heart.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Anti-Oscar Film
Since we are in the Oscars week and recovering from the big shock they have been for many, I wanted to recommend you the insightful analysis made by Tim Teeman in the article entitled “Why No Oscar Love for Inside Llewyn Davis?”
PS: I take this opportunity to apologize for the long one month gap without posting anything. I’ll try to make up for that.
“Reading is bread”
If you have read the very well-written and very shocking short story cycle The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick, then you may find this interview quite enlightening, both in content and in the delightful and powerful expression of Ozick.
“In the madness of despair lies the sanity of hope”.
Cynthia Ozick
Today’s Quote: Ogundipe-Leslie
“Should culture be placed in a museum of minds or should we take authority over culture as a product of human intelligence and consciousness to be used to improve our existential conditions?” (548).
Molara Ogundipe Leslie
“Stiwanism: Feminism in an African Context”
Today’s Quote: Frederic Jameson
“(I)f the priorities of the realm become reversed, and everything is mediated by culture, to the point where even the political and the ideological ‘levels’ have initially to be disentangled from their primary mode of representation which is cultural. . . . Continue reading
Today’s “Quote”: Laurence Sterne
“(…) when I write full, —I write as if I was never to write again fasting as long as I live;—that is, I write free from the cares, as well as the terrors of the world.— I count not the number of my scars,—nor does my fancy go forth into dark entries and bye corners to antedate my stabs.— In a word, my pen takes its course; and I write on as much from the fullness of my heart, as my stomach.—
William Carlos Williams and Stieglitz’s photography
“Young Sycamore”
Spring Showers -The Street Cleaner. Alfred Stieglitz (1900-01)
I must tell you
this young tree
whose round and firm trunk
between the wet
pavement and the gutter
(where water
is trickling) rises
bodily
into the air with
one undulant
thrust half its height-
and then
dividing and waning
sending out
young branches on
all sides-
hung with cocoons
it thins
till nothing is left of it
but two
eccentric knotted
twigs
bending forward
hornlike at the top
Today’s quote: Emily Dickinson
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
(1129)
A Room of Teresa's Own 