"Virginia Woolf was a writer’s writer. For as many moments of artistic despair as there are, one also finds glimmers of hope, of faith in the process. In 1933, she wrote, “I must not let myself believe that I’m simply a ladylike prattler: […] No, I must say to myself, this is a mere wisp, a veil of water; and so create, hardly, fiercely, as I feel now more able to do than ever before.” In 1934, she spoke directly to those of us who would come after her: “A note, by way of advising other Virginias with other books that this is the way of the thing: up down up down – and Lord knows the truth.”" - from On Reading Virginia Woolf’s Diary by Dana Staves (via bookriot)
"Poetry as a way of approaching the world — as the urgent effort — probably futile — to get at something inside or outside through language — or to escape into language as a way to survive a brutal material or psychological world. Somehow language — the effort in the ineffability of words — can save us if we can engage at a deep enough level to get past the pain. That’s then a poem and more than a poem. It’s a mode of living. What we call a poem might not be more than a momentary snapshot of an ongoing life in language — a dislocation, an exile." - Norman Fischer, “Poetry as path, as weapon: On Uche Nduka” (via a-femmefatalist)
(Source: awritersruminations, via a-femmefatalist)
Lunchtime Thought: Homeostasis, #balance, #equilibrium, moderation, stability….these all are difficult to achieve and maintain in life….but they are especially hard to obtain on a #Monday. ;) LOL @ #myself.