Bathing With Amy Lowell (1874-1925): A Poem to Feed Your Week

Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling

What the Hell is Water? David Foster Wallace and the Need to Believe

“Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or

The Grandeur of Ordinary Life: James Joyce on Literature About You, Me, And Everyone In Between

What. A. Quote! Now, here we have the a monolith in name, diction, style, form, class, you name it who’s greatest achievement is rekindling the fire of what makes a novel a novel, or bending, no, rewriting the rules of literature and yet despite all that here he is claiming that all he’s written is

Who Are You? Why Are You? Thinking Philosophically

What Is Your Philosophy of Life?

Rimbaud On Sacrifice and Art

“I’m now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working at turning myself into a seer. You won’t understand any of this, and I’m almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It