1. godthings:

    “The Japanese haiku poets understand perhaps as fully as anyone on earth the significance of inbreath and outbreath in poesis. A haiku poem is a breath poem that can be uttered in a single outbreath. It is a long outbreath — seventeen syllables, more or less. A long, slow, deep inbreath is needed to fuel the poem, and then:

    An hour’s snow —
    Heaven and earth briefly settle
    All their old differences.

    The green of pine trees
    Never tires my eyes
    So, too, the face of my friend. [James Luguri, To Make a World: One Hundred Haiku and One Waka]

    To utter these poems properly, one has to breathe deeply and release slowly — instructions any yoga or meditation teacher will give as prerequisite to relaxing into the work to be done. The poem itself is a teacher. Light as a breath, it alights in the mind and opens a space of quiet around it. These two poems, like many haiku, harbor a little gentle humor, so the breath it takes to utter them may end in a final release of laughter.

    The Japanese are masters of this form. But in English poetry as well, metrics, the study of poetic rhythms and cadences, can teach us to breathe text as song. Every breath space — period, comma, line break — allows a silence in which words just spoken may echo and resonate. We learn this most easily in song; but what we learn from song can be applied to the way we read and speak a sentence, making it available for hearers in a way that gives it full weight. As we read a text aloud, we literally breathe life into it. [George] Steiner observes that ‘The meanings of poetry and the music of those meanings, which we call metrics, are also of the human body. The echoes of sensibility which they elicit are visceral and tactile’ [Real Presences]. Which is to say that breathing the text actually confers a dimension of meaning. Phrase by phrase, pause by pause we open small silences in which to take in the words. They need those silences to grow in. Meditative practices like breath prayer and centering prayer, as well as lectio divina, can inform our lives as readers and slow us into deeper receptivity. When we hear the voice of the psalmist singing ‘Whatever has life and breath, praise the Lord!’ (Ps. 150:6), we might consider how breathing itself may be a form of thanksgiving — receiving and releasing what the Lord gives and takes away. So all the words we utter have their roots in prayer and enter our minds and hearts by inspiration.

    Our lives are lived in relationship to words, written and spoken, sacred and mundane. They are manna for the journey. As embodied beings we take our whole bodies with us into the act of reading, which, at its best, is spacious, full-bodied, wholehearted, and infused with the breath of life.”

    — Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, Caring for Words in a Culture of Lies (via bookofwriting)


    The English major in me just swooned a little. I especially love the last paragraph. 

  2. apoetreflects:

“The point I would make is that the novelist and the historian are  seeking the same thing:  the truth—not a different truth:  the same  truth – only they reach it, or try to reach it, by different routes.   Whether the event took place in a world now gone to dust, preserved by  documents and evaluated by scholarship, or in the imagination, preserved  by memory and distilled by the creative process, they both want to tell  us how it was:  to re-create it, by their separate methods, and make it  live again in the world around them.”
—Shelby Foote

    apoetreflects:

    “The point I would make is that the novelist and the historian are seeking the same thing: the truth—not a different truth: the same truth – only they reach it, or try to reach it, by different routes. Whether the event took place in a world now gone to dust, preserved by documents and evaluated by scholarship, or in the imagination, preserved by memory and distilled by the creative process, they both want to tell us how it was: to re-create it, by their separate methods, and make it live again in the world around them.”

    —Shelby Foote

  3. "A great poem makes us experience a moment, and a great short story makes us experience an epiphany, and a great novel makes us experience an entire other life."
    Katherine Mansfield (via confusionis)
  4. “It would be funny if it were not serious. It’s not books you need, it’s some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the ‘parlor families’ today. The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors, but are not. No, no, it’s not books at all you’re looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together in one garment for us.”

    —from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, which I finally got around to reading for the first time this week  

  5. "You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world."
    Ray Bradbury (via creationoftheday)
  6. "We do literature a real disservice if we reduce it to knowledge or to use, to a problem to be solved. If literature solves problems, it does so by its own inexhaustibility, and by its ultimate refusal to be applied or used, even for moral good. This refusal, indeed, is literature’s most moral act. At a time when meanings are manifold, disparate, and always changing, the rich possibility of interpretation—the happy resistance of the text to ever be fully known and mastered—is one of the most exhilarating products of human culture."
    Marjorie Garber, from her very good new book The Use and Abuse of Literature
  7. "… the books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation—a book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us."
    from a letter of Franz Kafka to Oskar Pollak
  8. "What? she said once to herself, and then once aloud, What? She felt a total displacement, like a spinning globe brought to a sudden halt by the light touch of a finger. How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much—so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins—without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her?"
    Jonathan Safran Foer, from Everything is Illuminated 
  9. “Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn’t hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said. 

    Wes fixed his eyes on me. He said, Then I suppose we’d have to be somebody else if that was the case. Somebody we’re not. I don’t have that kind of supposing left in me. We were born who we are.”

    —Raymond Carver, from his story “Chef’s House”

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