#ILoveLiterature

[carolwell-art]

•Tiny creatures already planning their feast season; with delicious treats and new plays🎄.

Too many things to do till my feast season start, but I really enjoy the look of our land now, which is full of magic and hidden souls, just inspiring you from the above🌝.

[sparkyliterature]

like cigarette smoke in a beam of light,

you swirled gracefully into my life,

a chaotic masterpiece,

and dissipated just as quick,

ephemeral.

[multistanme]

#iloveliterature

— Warsan Shire

[smarteemarhil]

My Rants to one of my Literature professors way back in College😂I just found this on my notes of my Ipad:

I know that I am not that intelligent as what you’ve always said, but I don’t think so if I am dearth of efforts coz I really did my part as a student even you arent satusfied in all my outputs but as a teacher you should also consider my efforts, you should also try to think of what I’ve been through while striving just to finish all your requirements. The thing that matters most is that I learned something remarkable from the requirement. If we have personal issues then just tell me and I will strive to fix it. I deserve more than what you’ve been given to me. If I know from the very start that this will be the grade that I receive, I will not put efforts to it. I sacrifice some of my other major subjects just to prioritize your two minor subjects coz I know that you are tough and hight standard teacher. I’m really disappointed, I tried not to, coz I want to understand your side but I can’t avoid to think or to make an inference that you are an incosiderate professor and you have your favorites!

Thinking about my rants remind me the pain that I felt that time😂

[benjaminfranklin06]

[imejaynolasco-blog]

This how would I end my life in the future. Accomplishing all of these lists with my forever. :)

[mennozandee-blog]

Yes I bought “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace 😎 Great to read in India! #infinitejest #davidfosterwallace #fosterwallace #wallace #literature #iloveliterature #american #author #writer #book #books #ilovebooks #wallaceatthebeach (bij Savannah Bay)

[rockthisart-blog]

A.O. Acrylics, canvas 50x70cm #osiecka #poet #iloveliterature #literaturelover #color #artwork #zielonasmoczyca #paint #acrylicpainting #acrylics #painting #drawing #learning #art #art🎨 #artist #artnerd #artistic #artoftheday #artistsofinstagram #contemporaryart #artlover #instaartist #artistsofinstagram #instaartist #instamood #polishart (w: Lasek na Kole)

[james-ruby]

ianlahey replied to your post: ianlahey replied to your post: ...

but doing the thriller dance. iloveliterature.

wishing i was thirteen again. isn'titthebest

[antakyali-5]

Herşey böyle başladı... Bu sayfanın önce bi perisi olmalıydı... Çizdim durdum.. Sonra @handeacarrr desteğe koştu, kesti biçti, tam bir #peri dokunuşu yaptı, #minnettarım... İşte karşınızdayim... #yol #uzun #ben hazırım... #perilere inanmak zorunda kaldim n'apalim😊🌼 Yapmak istediğim şeyler için #ilham ı onlardan aldim. Şu yokluktan varlıklar üretmeye çalıştıgımız günlerde insanın içine #umut #ışık ları üfleyen yegane varlıklar onlarmış meğer.😇 Çünkü aslında yoklar! Görünürde yoklar yani... Bu sayfalarda benim bugüne kadar, yapmak istediklerimi ama yapamadıklarimi izleyecek ve okuyacaksınız... Bir #sinemacı yım aslında ve bir #sanat #eleştirmeni 🎓 Bunlar okuduğum okullardan bana kalan sanlar... Şimdi bir #aşçı yim 🍴ve bir #masal yazari ve hatta anlatıcısı📚ve bir e #tasarimci 😍 ve bir #hayvansever 😻 ve bir #çalıçırpı 🌿🌾 aşığı ve bir düşünen ama en çok da bir gezgin⛵ olmak isteyen... İnanin hepsi benim... Şimdi içimdeki Perilerle #özgürüm 🙌 Burada yaptiğım #soslar ve #marmelat larla tanişacaksiniz, 🍎🍒🍓🍇🍋🍑🍐#seramik #tabak larimi alabilecek, çalidan perilerimin arkasina gizlediğim #masal larimi okuyabileceksiniz, beni masal anlatirken dinleyebilecek, seçtiğim #müziklerle 🎶 kendi #düş lerinizi yaratabileceksiniz. Periler içimizde...🙏 Onlarin bizlere verdiklerini paylaşmak gerek bu nedenle... #perilerebi'şeyler gerek... 💜 #fairy #fairytale #art #artismylife #cook #ilovemycook #cat #ilovemycats #nature #ilovenature #loveetnicculture #ilovesinema #iloveliterature #ilovemusic (Heaven On Earth.)

[vidhisinghkamalpuri]

#poem #writing #originalcharacter #iloveliterature📚❤ #artistsoninstagram #iloveit

[carolwell-art]

🌿

[sparkyliterature]

You're not perfect. You're the opposite of perfect.

You're a thunderstorm. Wild, chaotic, annd beautiful.

So come mess up my sky.

[lisaluvslife]

Excerpt From The Fire Next Time

Dear James:

I have begun this letter five times and torn it up five times. I keep seeing your face, which is also the face of your father and my brother. I have known both of you all your lives and have carried your daddy in my arms and on my shoulders, kissed him and spanked him and watched him learn to walk. I don't know if you have known anybody from that far back, if you have loved anybody that long, first as an infant, then as a child, then as a man. You gain a strange perspective on time and human pain and effort.

Other people cannot see what I see whenever I look into your father's face, for behind your father's face as it is today are all those other faces which were his. Let him laugh and I see a cellar your father does not remember and a house he does not remember and I hear in his present laughter his laughter as a child. Let him curse and I remember his falling down the cellar steps and howling and I remember with pain his tears which my hand or your grandmother's hand so easily wiped away, but no one's hand can wipe away those tears he sheds invisibly today which one hears in his laughter and in his speech and in his songs.

I know what the world has done to my brother and how narrowly he has survived it and I know, which is much worse, and this is the crime of which I accuse my country and my countrymen and for which neither I nor time nor history will ever forgive them, that they have destroyed and are destroying hundreds of thousands of lives and do not know it and do not want to know it. One can be--indeed, one must strive to become--tough and philosophical concerning destruction and death, for this is what most of mankind has been best at since we have heard of war; remember, I said most of mankind, but it is not permissible that the authors of devastation should also be innocent. It is the innocence which constitutes the crime.

Now, my dear namesake, these innocent and well meaning people, your countrymen, have caused you to be born under conditions not far removed from those described for us by Charles Dickens in the London of more than a hundred years ago. I hear the chorus of the innocents screaming, "No, this is not true. How bitter you are," but I am writing this letter to you to try to tell you something about how to handle them, for most of them do not yet really know that you exist. I know the conditions under which you were born for I was there. Your countrymen were not there and haven't made it yet. Your grandmother was also there and no one has ever accused her of being bitter. I suggest that the innocent check with her. She isn't hard to find. Your countrymen don't know that she exists either, though she has been working for them all their lives.

Well, you were born; here you came, something like fifteen years ago, and though your father and mother and grandmother, looking about the streets through which they were carrying you, staring at the walls into which they brought you, had every reason to be heavy-hearted, yet they were not, for here you were, big James, named for me. You were a big baby. I was not. Here you were to be loved. To be loved, baby, hard at once and forever to strengthen you against the loveless world. Remember that. I know how black it looks today for you. It looked black that day too. Yes, we were trembling. We have not stopped trembling yet, but if we had not loved each other, none of us would have survived, and now you must survive because we love you and for the sake of your children and your children's children.

***

This innocent country set you down in a ghetto in which, in fact, it intended that you should perish. Let me spell out precisely what I mean by that for the heart of the matter is here and the crux of my dispute with my country. You were born where you were born and faced the future that you faced because you were black and for no other reason. The limits to your ambition were thus expected to be settled. You were born into a society which spelled out with brutal clarity and in as many ways as possible that you were a worthless human being. You were not expected to aspire to excellence. You were expected to make peace with mediocrity. Wherever you have turned, James, in your short time on this earth, you have been told where you could go and what you could do and how you could do it, where you could live and whom you could marry.

I know your countrymen do not agree with me here and I hear them. saying, "You exaggerate." They do not know Harlem and I do. So do you. Take no one's word for anything, including mine, but trust your experience. Know whence you came. If you know whence you came, there is really no limit to where you can go. The details and symbols of your life have been deliberately constructed to make you believe what white people say about you. Please try to remember that what they believe, as well as what they do and cause you to endure, does not testify to your inferiority, but to their inhumanity and fear.

Please try to be clear, dear James, through the storm which rages about your youthful head today, about the reality which lies behind the words "acceptance" and "integration." There is no reason for you to try to become like white men and there is no basis whatever for their impertinent assumption that they must accept you. The really terrible thing, old buddy, is that you must accept them, and I mean that very seriously. You must accept them and accept them with love, for these innocent people have no other hope. They are in effect still trapped in a history which they do not understand and until they understand it, they cannot be released from it. They have had to believe for many years, and for innumerable reasons, that black men are inferior to white men.

Many of them indeed know better, but as you will discover, people find it very difficult to act on what they know. To act is to be committed and to be committed is to be in danger. In this case the danger in the minds and hearts of most white Americans is the loss of their identity. Try to imagine how you would feel if you woke up one morning to find the sun shivering and all the stars aflame. You would be frightened because it is out of the order of nature. Any upheaval in the universe is terrifying because it so profoundly attacks one's sense of one's own reality. Well, the black man has functioned in the white man's world as a fixed star, as an immovable pillar, and as he moves out of his place, heaven and earth are shaken to their foundations.

You don't be afraid. I said it was intended that you should perish, in the ghetto, perish by never being allowed to go beyond and behind the white man's definition, by never being allowed to spell your proper name. You have, and many of us have, defeated this intention and by a terrible law, a terrible paradox, those innocents who believed that your imprisonment made them safe are losing their grasp of reality. But these men are your brothers, your lost younger brothers, and if the word "integration" means anything, this is what it means, that we with love shall force our brothers to see themselves as they are, to cease fleeing from reality and begin to change it, for this is your home, my friend. Do not be driven from it. Great men have done great things here and will again and we can make America what America must become.

It will be hard, James, but you come from sturdy peasant stock, men who picked cotton, dammed rivers, built railroads, and in the teeth of the most terrifying odds, achieved an unassailable and monumental dignity. You come from a long line of great poets, some of the greatest poets since Homer. One of them said, "The very time I thought I was lost, my dungeon shook and my chains fell off."

You know and I know that the country is celebrating one hundred years of freedom one hundred years too early. We cannot be free until they are free. God bless you, James, and Godspeed.

Your uncle,

JAMES

*I always think of this book, I don’t know why, perhaps I read it way too young, but it is engrained in my memory.

[hyixin-blog]

#writing #Shakespeare #sonnets with my Shakespeare #nib and #walnutink. :D . Bringing #fun back to #englishliterature and Shakespeare. @bedzone2 you popped into my memories when I wrote that. Weird. :$ . #formerelitstudent #englishliteraturestudent #ilovelit #iloveliterature

[debora-nepomuceno-blog]

Mais um para eu devorar #Flora_BartolomeuCamposdeQueirós #goodvibe #ILoveLiterature ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤