The Calendar: A Quarterly Review, Volum 3Edgell Rickword Calendar Press Limited, 1927 |
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æsthetic Anna Polikarpovna Archipka artist Basil Beatrice character CHIG consciousness contemporary criticism D. H. LAWRENCE Dariya dark Douglas Garman Dunay Dunay's Edgell Rickword Edouard emotional exist eyes Father Mikhail feeling Gavrila Petrovitch Gide Gwyneth hand Handy houyhnhnms human ideas imagine intellectual intelligence interest Kenneth Burke kind laughed Laurel Lautréamont Leonora Lewis literary literature live looked Mariana means Meek metaphysical metaphysical poetry mikvah mind mother nature never night novel perfect perhaps play poem poet poetic poetry Prince Mirsky progress prose puppets reader reality Rosanov Russian Russian literature Ruthie seems sense silence sing SITY smile social soul story suddenly T. F. POWYS Terentiy Moisseitch thing thought tion to-day UNIVE UNIV universe Valéry's verse voice W. J. TURNER walked woman words writing Wyndham Lewis
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Side 332 - O vos omnes qui transitis per viam, attendite et videte si est dolor sicut dolor meus," and to pray them to stay and hear me.
Side 161 - Tis enough to be within the whiff and wind of his genius for us not to possess our souls in quiet. If I lived with him or the Author of the Excursion, I should, in a very little time, lose my own identity, and be dragged along in the current of other people's thoughts, hampered in a net.
Side 79 - The novel is the highest example of subtle inter-relatedness that man has discovered. Everything is true in its own time, place, circumstance, and untrue outside of its own place, time, circumstance. If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.
Side 315 - As life goes on we discover that certain thoughts sustain us in defeat or give us victory, whether over ourselves or others, and it is these thoughts, tested by passion, that we call convictions. Among subjective men (in all those, that is, who must spin a web out of their own bowels) the victory is an intellectual daily recreation of all that exterior fate snatches away, and so that fate's antithesis ; while what I have called " The mask " is an emotional antithesis to all that comes out of their...
Side 76 - ... all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs, Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle, Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people, Laughing! Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
Side 108 - It was a kind and northern face That mingled in such exile guise The everlasting eyes of Pierrot And, of Gargantua, the laughter. His thoughts, delivered to me From the white coverlet and pillow, I see now, were inheritances — Delicate riders of the storm. The slant moon on the slanting hill Once moved us toward presentiments...
Side 131 - A beginning is that which is not itself necessarily after anything else, and which has naturally something else after it; an end is that which is naturally after something itself, either as its necessary or usual consequent, and with nothing else after it; and a middle, that which is by nature after one thing and has also another after it.
Side 156 - He took her naked, all alone, Before one rag of form was on. The Chaos, too, he had descry'd, And seen quite through, or else he ly'd ; Not that of Pasteboard, which men shew For groats, at fair of Barthol'mew ; But its great grandsire, first o...
Side 106 - It is not long, it is not long; See where the red and black Vine-stanchioned valleys — " but the wind Died speaking through the ages that you know And hug, chimney-sooted heart of man ! So was I turned about and back, much as your smoke Compiles a too well-known biography.
Side 39 - And the question whether the history of a man or a world is going forwards or back, does not belong to metaphysics. For nothing perfect, nothing genuinely real, can move. The Absolute has no seasons, but all at once bears its leaves, fruit, and blossoms. 1 Like our globe it always, and it never, has summer and winter.