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Apr 22 '14
Tumble me down, and I will sit/ Upon my ruines (smiling yet :)
— If you thought the English language went downhill when the emoticon was introduced, you can blame a 17th-century poet. Editor Levi Stahl found that English poet Robert Herrick used the first emoticon in his 1648 poem “To Fortune.”  For more on the potential ruin of language, read Fiona Maazel’s piece on commercial grammar.

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Apr 22 '14

A New Poet
by Linda Pastan

Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don’t see

its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way

its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled

red wine and the mustiness of the sea
on a foggy day — the odor of truth
and of lying.

And the words are so familiar,
so strangely new, words
you almost wrote yourself, if only

in your dreams there had been a pencil
or a pen or even a paintbrush,
if only there had been a flower.

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Apr 22 '14


Reader, it’s Jane Eyre - Crash Course Literature 207

In which John Green teaches you about Charlotte Brontë’s classic coming of age novel, Jane Eyre. Look, we don’t like to make judgement values here, but Jane Eyre is awesome. By which we mean the book is great, and the character is amazing. When Jane Eyre was published in 1847, it was a huge hit. It really hit the controversial balance beautifully, being edgy enough to make news, but still mainstream enough to be widely popular. It was sort of like the Fight Club of it’s day, but not quite as testosterone-fueled. You’ll learn a little about the story, learn about Jane as a feminist heroine, and even get some critical analysis on how Bertha might just be a dark mirror that acts out Jane’s emotional reactions.

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Apr 22 '14

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Apr 21 '14

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Apr 21 '14

The Strange Attractor
by Robert Morgan

Somewhere out in the reach of space
unseen, as yet unheard, unplaced,
a great mass looms invisible
among the stars and dust spirals
of our decaying and many
mansioned world, so large a body
it twists trajectories and warps
light, stretching orbit and ellipse,
but cannot be found.  Yet it’s so vast
the galaxies, indeed the rest
of matter, are just fleas to its
shaggy celestial dogness,
still unproved, unrecognized but 
by implication, substantiate
only in attraction of lesser
bodies to the unknown greater,
toward a heart that holds the spinning
bits of glitter in the seen in
their coherent scatter, this far
out but not dissolving further
toward nothingness.  And it’s our
gravity that tells us it is there.

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Apr 21 '14

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Apr 21 '14

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Apr 20 '14

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Apr 20 '14

The Waking
by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling.  What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady.  I should know.
What falls away is always.  And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

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