Category Archives: Curl My Toes (who said that?)

Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”

This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job:   Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet… Let me cry, like the clouds in spring, since even rocks cry on the night of separation Anyone who has sipped

Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”

This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job:   Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet… Let me cry, like the clouds in spring, since even rocks cry on the night of separation Anyone who has sipped

Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski

This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for

Air and light and time and space by Charles Bukowski

This, right? Just this: “– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for

Thomas Wolfe on life, life, life

At the moment, these lines really speak to me, because…      “…God is not always in his Heaven, all is not always right with the world. It is not all bad, but it is not all good, it is not all ugly, but

Thomas Wolfe on life, life, life

At the moment, these lines really speak to me, because…      “…God is not always in his Heaven, all is not always right with the world. It is not all bad, but it is not all good, it is not all ugly, but

Sylvia Plath on death and desire

I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look:   These lines, here:   Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies.   make me come apart,

Sylvia Plath on death and desire

I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look:   These lines, here:   Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies.   make me come apart,

Expulsion from Paradise: riffing off Hamid Mosaddegh

You: Translating poetry is a sin, an unforgivable violation of the original poet’s soul, intent, creation. Me: I know. I’m sorry. But let’s sin a little, ok? Listen… * * *   You laughed at me and didn’t know with

Expulsion from Paradise: riffing off Hamid Mosaddegh

You: Translating poetry is a sin, an unforgivable violation of the original poet’s soul, intent, creation. Me: I know. I’m sorry. But let’s sin a little, ok? Listen… * * *   You laughed at me and didn’t know with

Erica Jong on the writer’s “fuck you” impulse

There is in writing—or any creative work—a kind of fuck-you impulse. Part of the energy comes from sheer rebelliousness. I’ll show you! a writer says. I am not who you think I am. Erica Jong Seducing the Demon You: Hey,

Erica Jong on the writer’s “fuck you” impulse

There is in writing—or any creative work—a kind of fuck-you impulse. Part of the energy comes from sheer rebelliousness. I’ll show you! a writer says. I am not who you think I am. Erica Jong Seducing the Demon You: Hey,

Steve Jobs on being naked… and dead

“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—those things just fall away

Steve Jobs on being naked… and dead

“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything—all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure—those things just fall away

Talking To My Body / Anna Swir

TALKING TO MY BODY / Anna Swir My body, you are an animal whose appropriate behavior is concentration and discipline. An effort of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi. Well trained, you may become for me a

Talking To My Body / Anna Swir

TALKING TO MY BODY / Anna Swir My body, you are an animal whose appropriate behavior is concentration and discipline. An effort of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi. Well trained, you may become for me a

Anaïs Nin on writing and tasting life

“We write to taste life twice: in the moment, and in retrospect.” Anaïs Nin HIM: Anaïs Nin. Again. ME: Yes. The diaries, this time. HIM: Obsess much? ME: A little. No orders this week. Too busy with Anaïs. mjc

Anaïs Nin on writing and tasting life

“We write to taste life twice: in the moment, and in retrospect.” Anaïs Nin HIM: Anaïs Nin. Again. ME: Yes. The diaries, this time. HIM: Obsess much? ME: A little. No orders this week. Too busy with Anaïs. mjc

Chain you to my body / Hafiz

CHAIN YOU TO MY BODY All These words Are just a front. What I would really like to do is Chain you to my body, Then sing for days And days and Days­ About God. Translation is always dangerous, and

Chain you to my body / Hafiz

CHAIN YOU TO MY BODY All These words Are just a front. What I would really like to do is Chain you to my body, Then sing for days And days and Days­ About God. Translation is always dangerous, and

Umberto Eco on readers, writers and idiots

“If we think that our reader is an idiot, we should not use rhetorical figures, but if we use them and feel the need to explain them, we are essentially calling the reader an idiot. In turn, he will take

Umberto Eco on readers, writers and idiots

“If we think that our reader is an idiot, we should not use rhetorical figures, but if we use them and feel the need to explain them, we are essentially calling the reader an idiot. In turn, he will take

Colette on the abyss of voluptuaries

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss. “It’s four o’clock…  At

Colette on the abyss of voluptuaries

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss. “It’s four o’clock…  At

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] by e.e. cummings

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] by e.e. cummings

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)] i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my

love is a place by e.e. cummings

love is a place love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes life (skillfully curled) all worlds e.e.cummings ORDERS: enormous SMALLNESS:

love is a place by e.e. cummings

love is a place love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes life (skillfully curled) all worlds e.e.cummings ORDERS: enormous SMALLNESS:

Sherwood Anderson on being alive

“The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor. The point of being an artist is that you may live.” Sherwood Anderson Orders: I found this quote here: The Agony

Sherwood Anderson on being alive

“The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor. The point of being an artist is that you may live.” Sherwood Anderson Orders: I found this quote here: The Agony

Thomas Merton on frenzy of activity

To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to consider too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help in everything is to succumb to violence. The frenzy of the

Thomas Merton on frenzy of activity

To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to consider too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help in everything is to succumb to violence. The frenzy of the

Sylvia Plath on writing and love

“Writing is the first love of my life. I have to live well and rich and far to write… I could never be a narrow introvert writer, the way many are, for my writing depends so much on my life.”

Sylvia Plath on writing and love

“Writing is the first love of my life. I have to live well and rich and far to write… I could never be a narrow introvert writer, the way many are, for my writing depends so much on my life.”

Somerset Maugham on Beauty and Ecstasy

“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.” W. Somerset Maugham ORDERS: This weekend, I’m seeking beauty and finding ecstasy. What are you doing?

Somerset Maugham on Beauty and Ecstasy

“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.” W. Somerset Maugham ORDERS: This weekend, I’m seeking beauty and finding ecstasy. What are you doing?

Julia Cameron on focus, fantasy and reality

  People frequently believe the creative life is grounded in fantasy. The more difficult truth is that creativity is grounded in reality, in the particular, the focused, the well-observed or specifically imagined. Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way, Week Four ORDERS:

Julia Cameron on focus, fantasy and reality

  People frequently believe the creative life is grounded in fantasy. The more difficult truth is that creativity is grounded in reality, in the particular, the focused, the well-observed or specifically imagined. Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way, Week Four ORDERS:

This is why I hate Byron: Satiric, The Sex

Satiric, The Sex (Childe Harold, Canto ii. Stanza 34.)  NOT much he kens, I ween, of woman’s breast, Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs; What careth she for hearts when once possess’d? Do proper homage to thine idol’s

This is why I hate Byron: Satiric, The Sex

Satiric, The Sex (Childe Harold, Canto ii. Stanza 34.)  NOT much he kens, I ween, of woman’s breast, Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs; What careth she for hearts when once possess’d? Do proper homage to thine idol’s