James Joyce
About ten years ago, when I was running a small record label in partnership with a publisher more interested in literary pursuits, he got himself into a lot of trouble for trying to publish a DVD with spoken word elements by James Joyce himself. It seems that his grandson had been viciously protecting the copyright, and understandably so. Still, this article may allow said former business partner to complete his project without the fear of being financially bludgeoned for his efforts.
Mark O’Connell of The New Yorker writes on the possibility of James Joyce’s copyright ending here.
I’m not a huge fan of Lars von Trier, as I see him more as a third-rate provocateur rather than a serious director, but my impression changed after seeing Melancholia thanks to the recommendation of friends in Skopje after a film festival. He was given an award for Best Film of 2011 by the US National Society of Film Critics. Congratulations to him!
Axiom: you are a sea.
Your eye-
lids curve over chaos
My hands
where they touch you, create
small inhabited islands
soon you will be
all earth: a known
land, a country.
HT: clavicola.
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
HT: mycolorbook.
TWDSO is one of the more tasteful blogs I’ve come across on Tumblr. I think I’ll have to post links to every one that piques my interest and share them with you!
so goes
another
husk
barreled thru
and emptied
shucked
and gone
much the
worse for
wear
but better
than before…
no use
for frames,
calendars
or long
goodbyes;
time is
what is
not
what
was
time never changes
but we must
in order for it
to continue…
for the moment
we start to question
where it goes
or how quickly
it slips away
we’ve
lost
it.
Happy New Year from your mates at Steinblóm:
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne* ?
CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my jo (or my dear),
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
I love posting this story yearly. I used to do it at old websites I used to run, and I thought it would be nice to continue the tradition here at Steinblóm.
The Gift of the Magi is American writer O. Henry’s masterpiece. Though Christmas is, obtensibly, about the celebration of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, it is, in many ways about the love and sacrifice we are called to give each other in His name. This story is one of the most touching examples of love I’ve ever had the pleasure to read, and it is my hope that it gives you some joy for the Christmas season.
Sam Anderson of the New York Times does a wonderful job profiling Japan’s most intriguing writer. His new book, 1Q84, is now available.
Happy Halloween, readers! In honor of the day, John J. Miller of National Review provides several great links to some timely ghost stories:
Brian Ruckley on The Edinburgh Dead
Mary Downing Hahn on The Ghost of Crutchfield Hall
Otto Penzler on The Vampire Archives
Joseph Pearce on Frankenstein
You also may want to check out the Ghostly Kirk site, full of Russell Kirk ghost stories!