“Natural history studies are fun, rewarding and an invaluable source of information.”
Helen Roy (1969) British ecologist and entomologist
On poetry
“Natural history studies are fun, rewarding and an invaluable source of information.”
Helen Roy (1969) British ecologist and entomologist
Ikkyu (1394–1481) Japanese Buddhist monk
"A Fisherman" in Wild Ways : Zen Poems (2003), edited and translated by John Stevens, p. 37.
Context: Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.
“Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby book The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Source: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Amir Taheri (1942) Iranian journalist
When the Ayatollah Dictates Poetry http://www.aawsat.net/2015/07/article55344336/when-the-ayatollah-dictates-poetry, Ashraq Al-Awsat (Jul 11, 2015).
Philip Roth book The Facts: A Novelist's Autobiography
Opening letter to Nathan Zuckerman
The Facts: A Novelist's Autobiography (1988)
“Poetry is the shadow cast by our imaginations.”
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919) American artist, writer and activist
These Are My Rivers: New & Selected Poems, 1955-1993 (New Directions) ISBN: 0-0112-1273-4 0-0112-1252-1
Bram Stoker book Personal Reminiscences of Henry Irving
On a meeting of Richard Francis Burton on 18 September 1886, Vol. 1, p. 230
Personal Reminiscences of Henry Irving (1907)
Context: Burton had a most vivid way of putting things — especially of the East. He had both a fine imaginative power and a memory richly stored not only from study but from personal experience. As he talked, fancy seemed to run riot in its alluring power; and the whole world of thought seemed to flame with gorgeous colour. Burton knew the East. Its brilliant dawns and sunsets; its rich tropic vegetation, and its arid fiery deserts; its cool, dark mosques and temples; its crowded bazaars; its narrow streets; its windows guarded for out-looking and from in-looking eyes; the pride and swagger of its passionate men, and the mysteries of its veiled women; its romances; its beauty; its horrors.