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A serious science – Ezra Pound on the arts
“The arts, literature, poesy, are a science, just as chemistry is a science. Their subject is man, mankind and the individual.” From ‘The Serious Artist’ by Ezra Pound.
Culture of connectivity
I came across this piece earlier today (via Harper’s Magazine Links, which often has one or two gems of feature writing in every update) and thought it was important to share (ironic, given the subject of the article). It covers topics like friendship, solitude, the private vs. the public – all subjects that have been [...]
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Demanding more to teach us we’re smart again
I think one of the insidious lessons about TV is the meta-lesson that you’re dumb. This is all you can do. This is easy, and you’re the sort of person who really just wants to sit in a chair and have it easy. When in fact there are parts of us…that are a lot more [...]
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For Bloomsday ’10, a fragment of a letter
To Harriet Shaw Weaver – 20 July 1919 I have felt during these last days of waiting an added sense of perplexity due to the fact that at the moment when I have the very great pleasure of knowing that it is to you who have aided and are aiding me so munificently you write [...]
True or false – Extract from The Maker
He had never dwelled on memory’s delights. Impressions slid over him, vivid but ephemeral. A potter’s vermilion; the heavens laden with stars that were also gods; the moon, from which a lion had fallen; the slick feel of marble beneath slow sensitive fingertips; the taste of wild boar meat, eagerly torn by his white teeth; [...]
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Black miracle – Extract from Infinite Jest
It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give [...]
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Mill’s On Liberty dedication
To the beloved and deplored memory of her who was the inspirer, and in part the author, of all that is best in my writings – the friend and wife whose exalted sense of truth and right was my strongest incitement, and whose approbation was my chief reward – I dedicate this volume. Like all [...]
The swift ants of India – extract from The Histories
Others however of the Indians are on the borders of the city of Caspatyros and the country of Pactyïke, dwelling towards the North of the other Indians; and they have a manner of living nearly the same as that of the Bactrians: these are the most warlike of the Indians, and these are they who [...]
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Shells, bones and silence – extract from The Waves
‘Having dropped off satisfied like a child from the breast, I am at liberty now to sink down, deep, into what passes, this omnipresent, general life. (How much, let me note, depends upon trousers; the intelligent head is entirely handicapped by shabby trousers.) One observes curious hesitations at the door of the lift. This way, [...]
The knights of our romances – extract from Discourse on the Method