The moment I set my eyes upon it, I was already falling.
With each turned page, I found myself privy to the most intimate thoughts, the purest feelings, the greenest envies.I was in a world devoid of images. My eyesight had no function here. Nor did my hearing. It was all about the heart. About that warm feeling in your gut, that hot churning of something bittersweet. And I kept falling and falling, taking in all of their hopes,
I was falling. And they were too.
We were falling in love.
This little book gave me power over the hearts of all the greatest writers.They bared their feelings to their loved ones on a rough parchment with a drop of ink. They sent it back. And forth. And on and on, not knowing that this exchange was going to get recorded in eternity and some years later, in my mind too.
Their love lives. In between these pages. These pages that I hold close and dear.
But enough about my intoxication with these beautiful words and destruction at the hands of these star-crossed lovers.Why don’t you take a look by yourself and see what fires they carried in the loud beating of their palm-sized hearts?
John Keats to Fanny Brawne
[Wednesday, 13 October 1819]
My dearest Girl,
This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time.
Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my Life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you.
My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love – Your note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you. ‘Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest.I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it. I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that. I could die for you.
My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and ever since I have seen you I have endeavored often ‘to reason against the reasons of my Love.’ I can do that no more – the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
Yours for ever, John Keats
Can you imagine anything more intimate?
Keats’ hopelessness against the intensity of his emotions empowers his words, electrifies them. I can see him now, with his heart on his sleeve and his throat unable to even whisper, writing away – his joy and despair mingling with each other.I can taste his impatience with my eyes. I can see his eyes tingling with tears, in remembrance of a sweet face and an even sweeter kiss.
These letters aren’t just pieces of paper with words written on them. They are testaments to their devotion, the humbling of their great minds.
Let’s cherish them, shall we? As much as we can. as long as we can.
This month, I wanted to share and discuss with you some of my favorite letters from my most prized book, a collection of love letters. It was just an impulse buy for me but I have been doting on this little piece of beauty ever since I read it the first time.
I have read these letters unnumbered times and yet, whenever I go back, I am struck with their elegance.EVERY SINGLE WORD BURNS WITH SUCH PASSIONATE DESIRE AND ADORATION that it was almost cruel to not share them with you. ♥
These are some of the BEST posts I came across this week. A few here are the blogs I recently discovered and my only regret? WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I KNOW ABOUT THEM BEFORE?? ALL OF THEM ARE SIMPLY AMAZING! And so I thought that it’s unfair to keep them just to myself (as much as I would like to *pouts*).
So here are some of their AWESOME posts which I think you guys should definitely check out.
The title is pretty much self-explanatory, right? In this post, the king of the blogoshere himself is going to impart you some knowledge with which you can revive your dying blog and the ones whose ”business’ is BLOOMING, can take their blogs to new heights.
With his amazing artwork and the ability of his words to play tricks on the reader’s mind, the writer behind this blog paints a surreal picture of Insomnia and its effects. I AM TELLING YOU I WAS IN LOVE BY THE TIME I HAD FINISHED READING IT!
YOU HAVE GOT TO READ IT. YOU’LL REGRET IT IF YOU DON’T.
This is one of the blogs that I discovered this week and I am so glad I did! This post talks about something that we rarely acknowledge, that we romanticise – the harm that an obsession (even as innocent as reading) can do to a mind. The importance of a balanced approach is vital and this post talks about the same with far more eloquence and insistence.
THIS IS THE KIND OF WRITING THAT YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD MAKE A HABIT OF READING, in my humble opinion, of course. 😉
I recently came across this pink, fluffy blog and I LOVE IT WITH ALL MY HEART! One of the first posts I read was a review of the new Mamma Mia movie and her writing style was soo engaging that I NEVER WANNA WATCH IT NOW! EVER! xD xD
Really though, she is fun, quick and sarcastic where it counts – the essentials for any good writer. 😉
GO AHEAD AND GIVE HER BLOG A VISIT. YOU’LL LOVE IT! ❤
What makes for a good crime fiction?What are the necessary elements without which any story of this genre appears kind of deflated and sloppy? The face behind this blog – stargazer – talks about it all + there are some great recommendations too!
I’d say crime-fiction lovers better check this one out!
Coming across a well-thought, a well-written blog post is one of the best things and YOU GUYS MADE MY WEEK! ❤ ❤ Thank you soo much for making the effort to write such amazing content. YOU GUYS ARE MOST APPRECIATED.
This is a post that I have been wanting to put up for FAAAAAAAAAAAR TOOOOOOOO long but never got around to actually doing it due to….well…my absolutely UNNECESSARY break!
But now, I want to take this opportunity to share with you, my gorgeous readers, my conversation with Tatiana Aleksina and Tony Single, the heart and mind of my favourite blog ON THE WHOLE INTERNET, UNBOLT.ME
YOU ARE GOING TO LOOOOVE THEM! Their answers were absolutely hilarious and so well thought that I felt like crying when I got them! They were very enthusiastic about it and I SWEAR TO GOD, I feel so glad that I had the opportunity to interact with them.
Both of them are terrific writers, kind and helpful and SUCH FUN TO TALK TO!
”There are cages, and then there are your eyes” AND THEN THERE IS THIS BOOK YOU WON’T FORGET NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRIED //I Wore My Blackest Hair//
What it’s like to be an outsider in a country? Yes, that’s what underlies each and every word in this book but even if you have not known that feeling, you can still relate to her words. YOU KNOW WHY? Because in some way or another, we are ALL ALIEN TO THIS WORLD, IN THIS WORLD.
We think we are so smart having split the atom and toured the heavens.
We think we KNOW the world now.
We think we know the person staring at us from behind the shiny, reflective surface of self-discovery – MOCKING US, MIMICKING US.
Some posts I like, some I love but some I write about on my blog. 😉
No doubt there are SOOO many beautiful writers and blogs just waiting to be discovered and it just overwhelms me sometimes. But when I come across a gorgeously written post, I can’t not share it. That’s borderline inhumane!
I would never have hoped to survive my teenage years were it not for Ginsberg, Sure, Wordsworth provided comfort and yes, Keats gave me solace but it wasn’t until I read the collection, Wait Till I’m Dead, that I really came to realize what I was looking for. Words that explored the dirty, the dark and the lovely – all at once. A spectacular mixture of love, hate, passion and drugs – his poetry left me high af.
So here are some of my favorites. Fierce. Romantic.Political. Sexual. Scandalous.
(I won’t attempt to analyze them, though. That’ll take a whole lot of space and would feel like I am fangirling! ;p)
We leave the youthful pennants and the books,
Discard the little compasses and rulers,
We openen our eyes and test our souls,
Prepare ourselves to wield more mighty tools.
Abandon dusty tales of history,
Of good King Arthur’s Knights and Kubla Khan,
We wake, and enter now the world to find
A living tumult in the struggle of man.
For these are giant times, and history
Is fashioned as the minutes burn away.
Buildings of old beliefs are being bombed
And rotted walls are crumbling down today.
Ready are we to meet the challenge hurled:
”To battle, conquer, and rebuild the world.”
(Published in: Senior Mirror (June 1943) )
Epitaph for a Suicide
A weary lover
Once he was,
Who wept as only
A lover does.
Or laughed as only
A lover must.
Now his mouth
Is ringed with dust.
The credit’s his —
He was quite brave,
To shut his loving
In his grave.
(Published in: Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice (2006) )
Winds around the beaches blow:
Things being as they are, although
Half clearly understood, and I
Uncurious of mystery;
Such thoughts as once were my despair,
— The frantic sea, the silent air,
The changing moon, the frigid shore —
I find delight me more and more.
I had not dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.
(Published in: Columbia Review, vol. 27 (February 1947) )
A Lion met America
A Lion met America
On the crossroads in the desert
Stared at each other.
The Lion roared
They leaped desperately
Knives forks submarines.
The Lion bit the head off America
And loped off to the golden hills
That’s all there is to say
About America except
That now she’s
Lionshit all over the desert.
Leave the bones behind
they’re only bones
leave the mind behind
it’s only thoughts
leave the man behind
he cannot live
Save the soul! But
Soul is ever Safe
Itself Beauty’s repesentative
Lost in accidental form
that’ll soon be over with
when its nose falls off
and its eyes fall out
and leaves it alone to be itself
lone in One
(Published in: Take Care of my Ghost, Ghost (June 1977) )
(NOTE : All the information about publication yearS and magazines were reproduced from Penguin’s Wait Till I’m Dead )