In a letter from Florence Hardy, mentioning her husband [Thomas] is at his desk:
Writing an intensely dismal poem with great spirits.
—David Markson, Vanishing Point (Shoemaker & Hoard, 2004)
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
11.29.2022
10.14.2021
three polish aphorisms
I had so much joy in my creations that there cannot be a question of merit.
—Jozef Pilsudski (1867-1935)
Tell me what books you have at home; I’ll tell you who you are.
—Jaroslaw Iwaszkiewicz (1894-1980)
Beyond each corner a number of new directions lie in wait.
—Stanislaw Jerzy Lec (1909-1966)
[Beyond each line-break a number of new directions lie in wait.]
A Treasury of Polish Aphorisms (Polish Heritage Publications, 1997) compiled and translated by Jacek Galazka
—Jozef Pilsudski (1867-1935)
Tell me what books you have at home; I’ll tell you who you are.
—Jaroslaw Iwaszkiewicz (1894-1980)
Beyond each corner a number of new directions lie in wait.
—Stanislaw Jerzy Lec (1909-1966)
[Beyond each line-break a number of new directions lie in wait.]
A Treasury of Polish Aphorisms (Polish Heritage Publications, 1997) compiled and translated by Jacek Galazka
Labels:
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corner,
creation,
directions,
joy,
linebreak,
merit,
poland,
substitution of terms
6.01.2016
9.09.2015
singular admirer
The joy in knowing well one poem in the poet’s oeuvre that others seemed to overlook.
Labels:
body of work,
joy,
knowing,
oeuvre,
one poem,
overlooked,
secret poem
5.01.2014
3.16.2013
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