Hi, folks! It’s time for another Classics Club Spin! By now, you know the drill: participants post a list of 20 books on their Classics Club list. On… Read more “The Classics Spin #21”
Hi, folks! Victober is a month-long readathon hosted by Kate, Katie, Ange, and Lucy, where the idea is to read as much Victorian literature as we can in the month of October… Read more “My Victober TBR | 2019”
Hi, folks! As September approaches and Summer drives to an end, it’s time for me to find consolation in one of my favourite Autumn reading events: R.I.P.… Read more “R.I.P. – R.eaders I.mbibing P.eril XIV | TBR 2019”
“It is best for us to continue in the belief that Eve actually ate an apple, and immediately ruined Adam in consequence! I like this belief, too, it speaks so well for the progressive power of women.” – 26 July 1857, ‘Early journalism’, in The Morgesons and Other Writings
The sadness of others one should leave alone. It is a small garden, a fragile delicate Arcadia, one should not disturb it. – I Am the Brother of XX
About this [blank] garden
“I am younger each year at the first snow.”
– Anne Sexton, in a letter to W. D. Snodgrass, in 1958.
A Self-portrait in Letters, Mariner Books (2004)
This is my blank space. A white page, as good as a garden covered in snow, not yet cultivated, but with some strong Spring hidden within; something simple, clean, yet to be stained; a seed with some flower all curled up inside, first waiting, then slowly unraveling.