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).
Not much of a post today, but I wanted to share a solid documentary about a writer that I am going to spotlight soon: Edgar Allen Poe.
Another writer in the long history of interesting literature stories, Phillis Wheatley was a dynamite poet and author who lived a somewhat tragic life in the American colonies.
A poem about escapism, beauty, nostalgia, and reality by W. B. Yeats.
A poem about unrequited love by William Wordsworth.
I am a bit infatuated with the Harlem Renaissance writers for their skill and audacity. It’s really great that in the face of adversity, these writers were committing to paper some extremely influential work that was also politically-minded and creative.
A summer poem by Tony Hoagland.
Emily Dickinson crafted phenomenal poetry and led an interesting life, albeit a quiet one. Her poems, such as “Faith” and “Much Madness is Divinest Sense” give credence to her ability to craft verse, and her body of work is more than exceptional in the face of modern literary studies