Mollie

"my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to its end" . . . ―Samuel Beckett Selected Poems 1930-1989

devastated to hear that the poet J. H. Prynne died this morning. Prynne’s work has been a source of fascination, inspiration, puzzlement, & awe for me since ~2011, when his book Kazoo Dreamboats totally rearranged what I believed poetry could be. His poems are a tremendous gift:

@magistrabeck Congratulations Melissa, wonderful ❤️wishing you all every happiness xx

Reader, I married him. We had a simple ceremony which included the pups. We are so happy. ❤️

drawings from the draft notebooks for Paul Valéry’s lecture course on poetics

@Puppieslover ❤️❤️❤️

This is Graycie. Severely neglected and too scared to eat, she shut down completely. But her incredible vet, Dr. Andy Mathis, climbed into her kennel and shared kibble meals with her every day until trust bloomed. She recovered fully and became his happy office doggo. Please leave a heart ❤️

T. S. Eliot died on this day in 1965. This photograph showing his empty desk was taken at the Faber office on Russell Square the day after Eliot's death. On the second photograph, Eliot is shown with Helen Gardner, literary critic, scholar, and Faber author.

James Merrill. “No dread. No bitterness. The end beginning. Today’s / Dusk room aglow / For the last time / With candlelight. / Faces love lit, / Gifts underfoot. / Still to be so poised, so / Receptive. Still to recall, to praise.”

“The key word in my plays is ‘perhaps.’ ” from: Beckett by the Madeleine by Tom F. Driver, 1961

Clea once asked him: ‘Do you not miss the sea, Scobie?’ and the old man replied simply, without hesitation, ‘Every night I put to sea in my dreams.’ — Lawrence Durrell, The Alexandria Quartet (1957-1960) Corfou: La Citadelle (uncredited)

Charles Bukowski

all stilled. Jane Hirshfield

“It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.” ~ Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales Snowing by the Sea 🎨 Jo Grundy

Dylan Thomas

Elaine Feinstein

“...a different world” photography by Diether Endlicher, from the west coast of Ireland, 1963

We are not what is new, we are not what we have found. - Charles Wright, "Hawksbane"

Gustave Flaubert

« Le jour baisse. » Marguerite Duras – L’amour

René Char, tr. Cid Corman

“...wisdom comes with winters.” Oscar Wilde - A Florentine Tragedy “So it is with time, that lightens what is dark, that darkens what is light.” Samuel Beckett - Watt

Guy de Maupassant (excerpt from: Nightmare / Paris Tales) tr. by Helen Constantine