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When I was seven, my father told me that he chose my name after a season on Earth. August. It’s a long month, one that brings in the end of warmth and the beginning of cold. I couldn’t help but take that to heart in a way they didn’t
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“All I ever wanted was to know what to do.”
― You Shall Know Our Velocity!
― You Shall Know Our Velocity!
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
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You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
―
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
― The Road
― The Road
“If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.”
― Life of Pi
― Life of Pi
“He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
― The Road
― The Road
War and Peace 2018
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— last activity Mar 22, 2018 05:09AM
For those who want to read War and Peace but need the motivation of others to get through it (and also want to discuss it.) I find with large classic ...more
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This book club was created in honor of the extraordinary artist and avid reader David Bowie. May all fans rejoice in some of the literary works that h ...more
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Welcome to the official group page of the T5W! This weekly book meme officiated in November 2013 and is still going strong! Join the group to become a ...more
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— last activity Jun 15, 2022 03:21PM
Classic fantasies and science fiction book club. Since we don’t meet in person, we are paperbound.
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