Moby Dick; or, The Whale by Herman Melville (1851) quotes

I’m finally reading this book! I find it to be quite exhilarating in comparison to all of the other authors and great american classics that I’ve read. This one has been one that I’ve heard so much about but have yet to actually endeavor myself with. Now that I have, and for class at that, I want to fully immerse myself into it and have a great experience with it. I will stockpile all of the quotes that I find to like from the book here in this post and do with them as I please for my all of my transcribing pleasures and delights.

The first of which, since I started doing this at chapter 5 is “They say that men who have seen the world, hereby become quite at ease in manner, quite self-possessed in company.”

This made me think of myself, for it has always been my inner dream to travel the world and converse with the natives and locals of each and every country. I wondered after I read it, if I would fall into that position of a traveled man myself becoming self-possessed.

Chapter six: “So omnipotent is art;”

Chapter eight: “No, thought I, there must be some sober reason for this thing; furthermore, it must symbolise something unseen.”

Chapter 32 “Cetology”: “exceptions might be taken to the name bestowed upon this whale, on the ground of its indistinctness. For we are all killers, on land and on sea; Bonapartes and Sharks included.”

Chapter 41: “declaring Moby Dick not only ubiquitous, but immortal (for immortality is but ubiquity in time);”

Chapter 41: “But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound.”

ch.42: “Though bodily unharmed, it uttered cries, as some king’s ghost in supernatural distress.”

consternation: a sudden, alarming amazement or dread that results in utter confusion or dismay.

monomania: an inordinate or obsessive zeal for or interest in a single thing,idea, subject, or the like.

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I will participate in this next year when I’m not enrolled in college !!!

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All you fellow writers out there know… tell anyone, anyone at all… the taxi driver, a sales clerk, your grandfather, what you do for a living and 50% of the time you will get  a version of the following: “A writer, huh? You know, I always thought I had a novel in me.” The other 50% of the time, you will get a variation of this response:  “I have always felt my life story would make a great book. I need to write that down soon.”

And who is to say that some of these people DON’T actually have a book inside them? (Well, we are pretty sure the gum-chomping girl at the Abercrombie does not, but then again, this is a real thing in the world.) During the month of November, you can tell those would-be writers, and perhaps yourself, to stop talking about it and really do it.

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Are You with the Banned?

This makes for a writers great study material.

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Celebrating Banned Books Week,

September 30th-October 6th

Banned Books Week is currently celebrating its 30th anniversary! “Celebrating the freedom to read,” this annual event aims to raise awareness for the works of literature that are frequently challenged by and even banned from communities across the country.

Did you know that some of the best works of all time, and very often the ones you’ll have studied in school, have at one time or another been censored from the public? Did you know that the practice of censorship in literature still goes on today?

Yup, somewhere out there, a blinkered individual could actually be pondering at this very moment the dangers of a mind raised on an “occultist” story like Bridge to Terabithia, while someone of the same mindset argues that the bildungsroman The Perks of Being a Wallflower is “unsuited to a teenage audience.” Seriously.

And it’s not all

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Otoño

I pass by a graveyard, riding public transportation to my destination at the present, whilst catching a glimpse of a man kneeling at a tombstone with two officials standing behind him… waiting. I wonder about the context of his visitation while he speaks thus to the rock engraved Liza Mari 1972-2012; her epitaph reads: Flower

There is always much to much to think about. One thought enters, fighting, while another flees from your remembrance, defeated. Down there, do you ever think about me? Poor flower, you’ve lost all of your luster. Now–now you’re not even desired by bees! I am left only with the residue of your pollen on my hands; not blood, as they believe. I’d shed a tear for you if it could be discerned from this autumnal rain. Or ease this guilt, doubling my pain. ‘Til next year — flower.

He rises with his hands clasped tightly around his hat. The two men start towards him as the bus reaches a point where the scene becomes just another memory.

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Chicago!

Well, like Walter said in ‘A Raisin in the Sun,’ “New York ain’t got nothing Chicago ain’t. Just a bunch of hustling people all squeezed up together–being ‘Eastern.'” And I’ll add my own exclamation points to that: !!!!!!

 

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Walden Pond

This is going to be my notes for reading the first chapter Economy.

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Eat.Love.Laugh.Write.
Now that you can hear me. This is well spoken. It touched one of my own vulnerabilities.

laughing.loving.eating

That’s right. I said it.

Blogging scares me.

This blog, this place that was created to be a bright and shiny window to my deepest, innermost thoughts, was born almost a month ago. And I have yet to make and publish* one single post.

*publish being the key word. I’ve written thousands in my head.**

**only slightly exaggerated.

It’s not that I haven’t been laughing. Or loving. And Lord knows I’ve been eating. Life has still been happening here. And it has been (mostly) wonderful.I am 100% sure that this severe-lack-of-posting funk has nothing whatsoever to do with me having nothing to say, but rather everything to do with the irrational, unexplainable, cold sweat/makes-me-want-to-puke/sudden-loss-of-brain-funtion inducing fear that I am met with each and every time I put my fingers to the keys.

After spending a few weeks believing that I was clinically insane and needed to be medicated…

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