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daffodil--lament · 1 year
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GUYS.
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HE WAS QUOTING JOHN DONNE
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alwaysalreadyangry · 4 months
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HAPPY ST LUCIE'S DAY
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sivavakkiyar · 5 months
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For Dr. Alareer, who’d read it right, one of the latest Donne poems:
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bookwyrminspiration · 5 months
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what do you mean you don't understand cannibalism as erotic devotion. what do you mean you don't care that god is a jealous lover and we make a holy temple of our bedroom with our carnal desire. babe please
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burningvelvet · 1 year
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“Divorce me, untie or break that knot again, / Take me to you, imprison me, for I, / Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, / Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.”
Excerpt from Holy Sonnets: Holy Sonnet XIV aka Batter my heart, three-person'd God (1633) by John Donne / Sculptures by Stephan Sinding at the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek in Copenhagen; Tapmak [Adoration] (1903) and Slaven [The Slave] (1878)
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beguines · 1 year
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Donne's mind was cacophonous. His relentless imagination was his single most constant feature; he wrote about his "worst voluptuousness, which is an hydroptique immoderate desire of humane learning". In his darker moments, it tortured him. His mind had ceaselessness built into it. It was to be, throughout his life, a site of new images, new theology, new doubts: even those who disliked his work acknowledged that he was a writer who had erupted through the old into the new. A contemporary wrote that, with him, it was "the lazy seeds / of servile imitation thrown away / and fresh invention planted".
But the always of that imagination must have been exhausting. For a mind like that, sex—real sex, true sex—would allow a singleness to hush the multitudinous mind. It's why so much of Donne's imagery around sex is so totalising: the man and woman become one, the woman becomes a state, a country, a planet. Sex, for Donne and those like him: permission, for those who watch the world with such feverish care, to turn one person into the world and to watch only them. It was a transforming of his constant seeking for knowledge. To adore and to devour and to be devoured is its own kind of focus: a gasp of a different kind of oxygen.
Katherine Rundell, Super-Infinite: The Transformations of John Donne
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shihlun · 1 year
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Sogo Ishii
- Angel Dust
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soulmaking · 5 days
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talkingpiffle · 2 months
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I didn't find any Sayers at the Antiquarian Book Fair this year, but did spot this John Donne first edition that Lord Peter might have wanted for his collection.
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mirefireflies · 9 days
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“the end is neverending.”
the end is where we begin — thousand foot krutch / that’s not how the story goes — daniel handler and nick urata (a series of unfortunate events) / undertow, ouroboros, and dancing with a stranger — natalia schäfer / a valediction: forbidden mourning — john donne / the end — mark strand / endings (n/a) — elly smallwood / afternoon in february — henry wadsworth longfellow / every thing on it — shel silverstein / road to hell (reprise) — hadestown
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leohtttbriar · 1 year
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This whole article about John Donne is so sexy but this passage in particular!
Anahid Nersessian, "A Vivisectional Style"
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spacieacademic · 3 months
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Me *writing my essay on John Donne that's due in two hours*: For Bunny Corcoran
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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John Donne, from ‘The Sun Rising’
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florenceisfalling · 5 months
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TAKE ME TO YOU, IMPRISON ME, FOR I, EXCEPT YOU ENTHRALL ME, NEVER SHALL ME FREE NOR EVER CHASTE, EXCEPT YOU RAVISH ME.
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did this one for an english assignment, i'm very happy with it. now that its been a day since putting the speedpaint up on my channel, here it is for you!
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fidjiefidjie · 6 months
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“La mer est aussi profonde dans le calme que dans la tempête.”
John Donne
Gif :bienvenuechezlydie
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beguines · 1 year
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There is the meat and madness of sex in his work – but, more: Donne's poetry believed in finding eternity through the human body of one other person. It is for him akin to sacrament. Sacramentum is the translation in the Latin Bible for the Greek word for mystery: and Donne knew it when he wrote, 'We die and rise the same, and prove/Mysterious by this love.' He knew awe: 'All measure, and all language, I should pass/Should I tell what a miracle she was.' And in 'The Ecstasy', love is both a mystery and its solution. He needed to invent a word, 'unperplex', to explain:
'This ecstasy doth unperplex,' / We said, 'and tell us what we love…' / But as all several souls contain / Mixture of things, they know not what, / Love these mixed souls doth mix again, / And makes both one, each this and that.
Katherine Rundell, Super-Infinite: The Transformations of John Donne
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