Borges and Llull - Thinking Machines
On the combinatorics of discovery.
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- Jorge Luis Borges 3
- Wendell Berry 2
- Italo Calvino 1
- Herman Melville 1
- William Shakespeare 1
- Langston Hughes 1
- Maya Angelou 1
- Anna Akhmatova 1
- Dorothy Parker 1
- Kim Addonizio 1
- Rainer Maria Rilke 1
- Ramon Llull 1
- Plutarch 1
- John Keats 1
- John Masefield 1
- Mary Oliver 1
- Richard Brautigan 1
- Louise Glück 1
- Edna St. Vincent Millay 1
- Seamus Heaney 1
- William Meredith 1
- Vladimir Nabokov 1
- John Ashbery 1
- Wendy Cope 1
- Howard Nemerov 1
- Toni Morrison 1
- Bob Dylan 1
Jorge Luis Borges
Borges and Rilke - Leopards
You suffer captivity, but you will have given a word to the poem.
Borges - Death and the Compass
Possible, but not interesting.
Wendell Berry
Berry - They Sit Together On The Porch
What each one knows the other knows.
Berry - A Meeting
I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees.
Italo Calvino
Calvino - Invisible Cities
Without the stones there is no arch.
Herman Melville
Melville - Moby Dick, Ch. 93
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though.
William Shakespeare
Shakespeare - King Lear, Act 5, Scene 3
Come, let’s away to prison. We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
Langston Hughes
Hughes - Tired
I’m so tired of waiting, aren’t you?
Maya Angelou
Angelou - Come. And Be My Baby
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass.
Anna Akhmatova
Akhmatova - Forgive Me
Like acrid smoke with lively flame.
Dorothy Parker
Parker and Addonizio - Résumé
You might as well…
Kim Addonizio
Parker and Addonizio - Résumé
You might as well…
Rainer Maria Rilke
Borges and Rilke - Leopards
You suffer captivity, but you will have given a word to the poem.
Ramon Llull
Borges and Llull - Thinking Machines
On the combinatorics of discovery.
Plutarch
Plutarch - Parallel Lives: Gaius Marius
Tell him, then, that thou hast seen Gaius Marius, a fugitive, seated amid the ruins of Carthage.
John Keats
Keats - On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
John Masefield
Masefield - An Epilogue
So I trust, too.
Mary Oliver
Oliver - In Praise of Craziness, of a Certain Kind
So, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath, as under a blanket, and keep warm…
Richard Brautigan
Brautigan - At the California Institute of Technology
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are…
Louise Glück
Glück - Reunion
And as he speaks, ah, tenderly he touches her forearm.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
St. Vincent Millay - Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX)
Yet many a man is making friends with death even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
Seamus Heaney
Heaney - Clearances and Postscript
You are neither here nor there, a hurry through which known and strange things pass…
William Meredith
Meredith - The Illiterate
What would you call his feeling for the words that keep him rich and orphaned and beloved?
Vladimir Nabokov
Nabokov - Pnin
It surprised him to realise how fond he had been of his teeth.
John Ashbery
Ashbery - Late Echo
It is necessary to write about the same old things in the same way, repeating the same things over and over again for love to continue and be gradually dif...
Wendy Cope
Cope - Differences of Opinion
The planet goes on being round.
Howard Nemerov
Nemerov and Morrison
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
Toni Morrison
Nemerov and Morrison
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
Bob Dylan
Dylan on Nelson
Cowboy apparition, writes songs with holes that you can crawl through to escape from something. Voice like a warm porchlight left on for wanderers who kissed...