It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies. (1943)
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes! — Homer, from The Iliad. Composed around 800-725 B.C. and written down sometime between 725 and 675 B.C.
Poetry remakes and prolongs language; every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world. The purest poetic act seems to re-create language from an inner experience that … reveals the essence of things. — Mircea Eliade, Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy. (Princeton… Continue reading Mircea Eliade
We’re so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget that the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it’s all about. – Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth. (Anchor June 1, 1991) Originally published 1988.
Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.” ― Mary Zimmerman, Metamorphoses: A Play. (Northwestern University Press; 1 edition March 27, 2002) Premiered 1996 at Northwestern University Chicago, Illinois.
I don’t have to have faith, I have experience. ― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth. (Anchor June 1, 1991) Originally published 1988.
Just as anyone who listens to the muse will hear, you can write out of your own intention or out of inspiration. There is such a thing. It comes up and talks. And those who have heard deeply the rhythms and hymns of the gods, can recite those hymns in such a way that the… Continue reading Joseph Campbell