oil pastel on paper, 44 x 30 inches, circa 2002–2005, Joan Goldin
Collected Works, Joan Goldin, forthcoming from Un-Gyve Press
Read Moreoil pastel on paper, 44 x 30 inches, circa 2002–2005, Joan Goldin
Collected Works, Joan Goldin, forthcoming from Un-Gyve Press
Read MoreOne White Crow (Attributed to Henry James)
L A Nemrow
Essays in Criticism, Volume 69, Issue 3, July 2019, Pages 309–324
Published:
24 July 2019
If you wish to upset the law that all crows are black, you musn’t seek to show that no crows are; it is enough if you prove one single crow to be white. My own white crow is Mrs Piper. In the trances of this medium, I cannot resist the conviction that knowledge appears which she has never gained by the ordinary waking use of her eyes and ears and wits.
(William James, Science, NS III, p. 884)
PHILIP LORING ALLEN PUBLISHED ‘LITERARY CHANGELINGS’ in Frank Leslie’s Popular Monthly (vol. lvi, no. 3, July 1903), which opens: ‘Books are seldom what they seem, but people do not know this. They never wonder about anything except when...
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Read MoreRobert Burns, Lincluden Abbey from Views of the Haunts and Homes of the British Poets, Oct. 19 1850.
“The mood of mind which comes over you here is that of unwritten poetry.
When one thinks of Burns wandering amid this congenial nature, where the young now wander and sing his songs, one is apt to forget that he bore with him a sad heart and a sinking frame.”
— William Howitt
Read MoreThose who have homes, when home they do repair,
To a last lodging call their wandering friends:
Their short uneasy sleeps are broke with care,
To look how near their own destruction tends.
Those who have none, sit round where once it was,
And with full eyes each wonted room require;
Haunting the yet warm ashes of the place,
As murder’d men walk where they did expire.
— John Dryden, from “Annus Mirabilis”
Read MoreNo bloom of youth can ever blind
The cracks and wrinkles of your mind:
All men of sense will pass your door,
And crowd to Stella’s at four-score.
— Jonathan Swift, from “Stella’s Birth-day”
Read MoreThough we may never meet again, do not think that you have been forgotten. Remember me on your walks from time to time on Inisbofin or wherever you find yourself.
— from “Song” Liam Ó Muirthile (1950 – 18 May 2018), translated from the Irish by Greg Delanty in Selected Delanty.
Read More"But we go with the other book: the one of your life, told from your heart, straight to the point, "a calzón quitao" (without pants on) as our Puerto Rican brothers say ..."
'Pero vamos con el otro libro: el de tu vida, contada desde tu corazón, "a calzón quitao" como dicen nuestros hermanos boricuas...'
Read More".... The early printers had no cutting machines to
trim off these edges, in order to facilitate good
registration, but they did have such an endless
amount of care and patience, that, whenever we
pick up one of their books, we see the beautiful
feature...."
This edition of Selected Delanty (Un-Gyve Press) is a 234 page cloth-covered sewn deckle edged hardbound book. ISBN: 978-0-9993632-0-1.
Read MoreIn An Essay Concerning Human Understanding John Locke touches upon a truth of translations, Of Trifling Propoſitions. (Book IV.):
Read MoreWe, a bunch of greencard Irish,
vamp it under the cathedral arches
of Brooklyn Bridge that’s strung like a harp.
‘We Will Not Play the Harp Backward Now, No’ Selected Delanty
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