A poem by Stanley Kunitz that I thoroughly enjoy. We are midway through August, so I think it’s a fair reminder that the warm days come to a close.
Yesterday, we discussed James Joyce who was an incredibly influential writer and made some innovations in writing (stream-of-consciousness, for example), but he also low-key assisted with adding new words to our vocabulary.
I have mentioned my minor obsession with modernist literature, and James Joyce falls right in line, although I always find his work difficult to digest (I don’t think I’m alone in this). However, as we know, just because literature can be difficult doesn’t mean it should be ridiculed or ignored. For today’s post, let’s take a look at Joyce’s life and a few major works!
On Monday I looked at the cause behind book burnings (or, at least, a cause), so I thought today I could look at a few real-life examples of people setting fire to history—and it gets pretty whacky. So, let’s dive in!
Wherever there is knowledge, there will be those who look to remove it, because facts and evidence can stand contrary to entire parties—and that really upsets oligarchs, demagogues, and dictators. For today’s post, let’s take a look at the world as Ray Bradbury envisioned it in Fahrenheit 451 (1953) and try to understand why burning books happens.
It’s not uncommon in the writing world for authors of any stature, from novice to expert, to set aside works because they lack the knowledge, skill, or motivation to complete them. But, sometimes even with the wherewithal, death has a way of curbing productivity. With that being said, what follows is a small collection of famous unfinished works by writers you probably know.
I am in the mood for pumpkins, ghouls, and Halloween specials, so I bought a couple of books to tide me over until the most glorious day of the year.
In the same way I wonder about how people could possibly burn books or ban them (and it doesn’t matter how progressive you think the modern era is—there are always people), how is it that we can take artists and writers to task for what they write or for the thought crimes they allegedly commit?
I took yesterday off from blogging because it’s okay to take a break from writing every once in a while (I’m really just trying to write everyday–the struggle is real), but I thought it would be cool to share this video of Allen Ginsberg reading “Howl” in advance of tomorrow’s post (you’ll understand more after I post it).
The weekend is upon us and I feel like walking along the shore and dipping my toes into the lake while trying to appear writerly. In reality, I’ll probably end up cooking hot dogs for my family and watching a terrible 80s-horror movie (but it’s okay to have romantic visions of ourselves).