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Anabel's library
Welcome. Make yourself at home.
Look around, heart what you like, add one of your own. Nothing you do here is kept, so try everything.
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from a film
You are a prism
The world is full of beauty and it's up to you to capture it. To look and to share it with as many people as you can. You are a prism through which that beam of life refracts.
The Electrical Life of Louis Wain (2021)
A way to think about writing: not inventing the light, but letting it pass through you.
Voices within
Recurring across your library
a poem
I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)
Opening lines. An interesting analysis of this poem and of modernism is in the introduction to Why Poetry by Matthew Zapruder.
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a poem
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there…read more
— William Butler Yeats, The Countess Kathleen and Various Legends and Lyrics (1892)