Quotations from *Last of the Breed*
Louis L'Amour
1908-1988 American
When prisoners were brought before Colonel Zamatev, they were frightened or wary. They had all heard the stories of brainwashings and torture, yet there was in this man no evidence of fear or of doubt in himself. Zamatev was irritated by a faint, uneasy feeling.
—Louis L'Amour, Last of the Breed
His smile was warm as he greeted Yakov. "Come! Sit by the fire! It is good to see you!"
"I am afraid there is little time for sitting, comrade. You are to be arrested. You must leave this place at once."
—Louis L'Amour, Last of the Breed
So many things worth doing may seem foolish to others, may seem impossible.
—Louis L'Amour, Last of the Breed
"There are millions of Americans who would like to see Lake Baikal and the Kamchatka Peninsula. If Russia would tear down the Berlin Wall, and build more good hotels, we Americans would be all over your country spending money, making friends, seeing the beauties of Russia, and making ridiculous all that both countries are spending on munitions."
—Louis L'Amour, Last of the Breed
He was not blundering, wishing, complaining, or hopeless. He was going somewhere, and he knew where he was going and how to get there...
—Louis L'Amour, Last of the Breed
"Speak to the spirits of the sea, Grandfather. My voice is lonely in the night."
—Louis L'Amour, Last of the Breed
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
“It seems to me I’m resurrected”
Leonid Martynov
1905-1980 Russian
translated by J.R. Rowland
It seems to me I’m resurrected.
I lived. My name was Hercules.
Then, I weighed at least a ton.
Roots and all I tore up trees,
Stretched my hand and touched the skies.
When I sat down I broke the chairs.
I died. And now I’m resurrected:
Normal height and normal size
Like other people. Kind and gay,
When I sit down I don’t break chairs.
But all the same, I’m Hercules.
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Labels: *Poems, *poems - Russian, J.R. Rowland, Leonid Martynov
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Six-Word Story
Tobias Wolff
1945- American
She gave. He took. He forgot.
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Labels: *Stories, *stories - love, *stories - six-word, Tobias Wolff
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Quotations
Whenever I saw a rich person I would ask where their money was from. Oil would be a common answer, or real estate, or steel... The answer was never, "Poetry—their money's from poetry, Fran."
—Fran Lebowitz
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.
—Dylan Thomas
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Labels: *Quotations, *quotations - witticisms, *quotations - writing, Dylan Thomas, Fran Lebowitz
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
“How terrible it is”
anonymous
Russian
translated by Bradley Jordan
How terrible it is to trust no one,
to have neither joys, nor friends,
and to never open when someone knocks
at the fettered doors of the soul.
But it’s worse to be the one who knocks,
calling another from inside yourself
to open the door, to see, to take fright,
then quickly to lock up again.
Posted by Radigan Neuhalfen at 16:03 0 comments
Labels: *Poems, *poems - love, *poems - Russian, anonymous, Bradley Jordan
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Six-Word Memoir
Bjorn Stromberg
Found true love, married someone else.
Posted by Radigan Neuhalfen at 18:13 0 comments
Labels: *Stories, *stories - love, *stories - memoir, *stories - six-word, Bjorn Stromberg