There's plenty to read right now, but I couldn't resist going to the library. 🙃
There's plenty to read right now, but I couldn't resist going to the library. 🙃
"Mrs. Kohler was always getting by mail packages of seeds from Freeport and from the old country. Then the flowers! There were big sunflowers for the canary bird, tiger lilies and phlox and zinnias and lady's slippers and portulaca and hollyhocks,–giant hollyhocks."
Cather's beautiful prose on nature inspired me to paint this. It was a good Sunday!
"And it was Summer, beautiful Summer!". Those were the closing words of Thea's favourite fairy tale, and she thought of them as she ran out into the world one Saturday morning in May, her music book under her arm. She was going to the Kohlers' to take her lesson, but she was in no hurry.
On a fine Saturday evening in May, I start reading my second Cather. Happiness!
An important, life changing read. I knew what i was going in for when i picked it up (heartbreaking), but i have come out gaining wisdom on significance of relationships we forge, finding joy in what we do (for work and leisure), letting go the trivialities, understanding inevitability of death, and most supremely the meaning of life. This is something i see myself reading again in future. A profound memoir!
1. Details (idiosyncrasies) around character(s), nature and surroundings; descriptions on mundane-ness of life etc.
2. 🐘 goodies
3. No, i would love to get to the point of having a favourite cookbook
4. Rumi, Plath
Thanks for tagging, @JennyM. ❤️📚
"But the ur-library, for me, was our local public library, the Willesden library. There I spent many of the happiest hours of my growing-up years — our house was a five-minute walk from the library — and it was there I received my real education."
From the essay titled "Libraries" by Oliver Sacks. Read the full article here - Oliver Sacks on Libraries https://bit.ly/2VJOQnS
"We come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it—for a little while."
I loved everything about this work of - love of land, rich tapestry of landscape, beautiful characterization, intricate relationships, grief, loneliness, and eventually finding solace in the land.
Looking forward to read the other 2 parts in this trilogy.
"No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all."
As is Murakami's prose, this short story is packed with rich descriptions of mundane-ness, with his signature punch of magical realism. It's fantastic how he could do it in just 30 pages.
What a wonderful talent
That can create an entire Spring
With a brush and a sheet of paper.
If he would try poetry
I know he would be a master of words.
Love love love this poem!
By Anna Kamienska
Make the world continue
let the ocean kiss the sand just as before
Well, when you go to the library, never return empty handed. 😀
A woman is being described here - "...her freckles covered with makeup, her hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck like some nobleman in The Tale of Genji..". ?
I have seen those pictures credits to you all reading #Genji sometime back! @Lindy @batsy @Daisey ?
After lounging on my shelf for years (i think about 4/5 😶), it's time it gets its beautiful bum off it. I am exhilarated right now.
And one can eat grapes in a cup, right?!
"Alexandra drew her shawl closer about her & stood leaning against the frame of the mill, looking at the stars which glittered so keenly through the frosty autumn air. She always loved to watch them, to think of their vastness & distance, & of their ordered march. It fortified her to reflect upon the great operations of nature, & when she thought of the law that lay behind them, she felt a sense of personal security."
Love love love this book!
My 3rd Christie. Hello again, Poirot and team! ?️
Excerpt from the introduction by Laura Thompson: "...at the end of twenty-five chapters it suddenly throws the whole tray of sherry glasses into the air with the bouleversement of its solution."
That's an intriguing statement.
In the night, in the wind, at the edge of the rain,
I find five irises, and call them lovely.
As if a woman, once, lay by them awhile,
then woke, rose, went, the memory of hair
lingers on their sweet tongues.
To irises, which maketh us happy! 💠
"Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening."
I am in love with her writing. The descriptions of landscape; introduction to characters, outlining their features and characteristics is done seamlessly. The prose structure is just smooth, you'll fly through.
Four in the Morning by Wislawa Szymborska
"No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
—three cheers for the ants. And let five o'clock come
if we're to go on living."
I'd never in my life thought of four o'clock in the morning as such, because i am 99.99% times in deep sleep then *touchwood*. But I truly understand how anxious can it be for some. Peace!
The blurb at the top of the poem: We're separated from nature as if by a glass wall—and this is the subject of this Polish poet, Adam Zagajewski. In this poem, people have their small security in a lighted house, but beyond the window, immeasurable spaces of cosmos stretch, and the moths are like visitors from other galaxies.
#light #poetrymatters @TheSpineView @LazyDays
Transcending the concept of "one" genre, this is a tale of survivors in the post-apocalyptic world through their art (theatre, music, journalism etc.). It makes you think about the value of civilization deeply, because as fictional as it's meant to be it feels this could happen anyday which is terrifying. Fantastic writing!
Just like you all @LeeRHarry, @callielafleur, @Soubhiville, @Zelma I loved it. Thanks for recommending!
#thoughtfortheday from the creator of my all time favourite characters! 😀
'So, class,' said teacher, 'is it that you think the sky can only be blue?'
'The sky is blue,' came us. 'What colour else can it be?' (Of course we knew really that the sky could be more than blue, two more, but why should any of us admit to that?)...
'Okay, everyone,' she said. 'You need to look at the sky. You need, right now to look at that sunset. Magnificent!'... 👇🏽
📷: Taken at yesterday's sunset by the lake
This is not something you read at bedtime, but I did last night. It's a dark, dismal story, and leaves you bereft of any hope in the world.
My first time reading O'Connor, and I fell in love with her writing. Dialogue synthesis, descriptions of nature, adding layers to characters is something she does brilliantly. Looking forward to reading more of her work.
Burns has crafted this work of fiction filled with serious messages about gossip, rumour, fit-in mentality; parts of it reading like short essays. The protagonist is haunted by 1. a stalker & 2. subsequently the community's predation upon her by spreading the non-existent relationship between her & the said stalker. Set in a totalitarian district, how the goings-on there affect personal lives & 👇🏼
Yes, that's how you prove the point. Go bird. 😂
Watching city's one of the oldest theatre groups perform The Lesson by Eugène Ionesco. Dark and absurd Sunday! 🙂
Suba! Thank you for sending an envelope full of love. I have never read Persuasion and i am thrilled to read it from that gorgeous edition. The premise of The Animators sounds exactly what i would be interested in reading. Love that adorable elephant diary, and your sweet note made my day! @batsy 💙
Thanks for the good luck @LeeRHarry. Wish you the same! 🍀
1. Looking forward to getting a good sitting on this over the weekend.
3. No, i'd love to one day!
4. No, a big 'i'd love to one day'. 😍
5. Hi @wordzie 🍀
#HelloThursday (although it's Friday evening here 😉)
This scene is fictional though, right? I don't have a cat, but from what I know about cats, this can't be. 😂
Let the unknown be unknown, you guys.
Happiness from the trip to the bookstore couple of days back.
Depression: big, massive, scudding, whopping, black-cloud, infectious, crow, raven, jackdaw, coffin-upon-coffin, catacomb-upon-catacomb, skeletons-upon-skulls-upon-bones crawling along the ground to the grave type of depressions.
One of my favourite bookstores. Will share a picture later of the stack i brought home.
@BiblioLitten I love the Bahrisons at Galleria Market, Gurgaon.
When tiny bookshelves runneth among the coffee cup display the happiness index increases, isn't it? 😀
📸 at a coffee/ tea shop last night.
Mother telling her daughter about the "duties of marriage" - "Marriage wasn't meant to be a bed of roses. It was a divine decree, a communal duty, a responsibility, it was acting your age, having right-religion babies & obligations & limitations & restrictions & hindrances. It was not falling to be proposed to then ending up, yellowed & dessicated, dying some timid but determined spinster on some long-forgotten, dusty, spidery shelf."
If you have to dry the dishes
And you drop one on the floor—
Maybe they won't let you
Dry the dishes anymore.
WhatAnAdvice! 😎 #SilverfromShel
Adjectives make a difference, thanks for a great example mouse. 😀