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Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage (New York: Delacorte, 1981).
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
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Words to live by
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it
one more try
Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
*
Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
*
Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
*
Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
*
I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
*
I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it
one more try
Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
*
L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
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- Things I learned on my summer vacation (2012)
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- Happy birthday, Mr. Piletti
- Hoagies, pizza, and English studies
- Homeric blindness in “colledge”
- How to Write a Sentence
- Imaginary liner notes
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- Is there a pencil in The House?
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
comments: 9
Well, the "what's your major?" take on "Howl," a unique approach.
It hurts, doesn't it? It's hard to grin approvingly when he takes a dig at the folks in the Education department, only to duck when he takes aim at us. But I'm glad you're enjoying Palm Sunday (or at least I think you are).
For the record, Herbert Huncke was not an English major. William Burroughs was a Harvard man.
Stefan, yes, I’m enjoying the book.
Neal Cassady: also not an English major.
In defense of the English departments, faculty and grad students I have been in contact with over the years, I must say I did not find them to be especially worthy of a dunce cap, but maybe that's because they were - and are - largely, though not exclusively, medievalists.
However, the characterization of what a fellow Germanist calls "pedagologers" is spot on. Who but an "educationist" would sniffily oppose actual foreign language courses intended to fulfill a foreign language requirement on the grounds that they are - wait for it - "skills courses"? As well they might be: German and the Scandinavian languages use the cognate of English "can" to mean to know how to do, including to speak, understand and possibly read a language, because doing so is, er, a - skill. Er kann nicht Deutsch, Jeg kan norsk - "He does not know German," "I know Norwegian" - well enough to speak, understand and read them.
As Anna Russell said, though in a different context, "I'm not making this up, you know..."
Norman, thank you for supporting English folk. Your account of language-rejection reminds me of a story I heard yesterday about a library not wanting to add books. Sigh.
Funny, gut reaction,
Curt as curt can be;
He issued no retraction
Consequentially.
Slaughter? How's that crass
To speak such words so sharp?
In education'n English,
One often finds just carp.
As you know: those who can, do; those who can't, teach. And, most wounding of all for the likes of me: those who can't teach, translate...
Adage is as adages' words
Which leaning lean to slant.
Those who can, they can,
And those who can't, they cant;
That last verb's apostrophic,
Meaning those who can't do rant.
Funny gut writ oh-so large
But curt his studied words;
One writes sometimes overlarge
To graze the grazing herds.
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