Don Quixote.
No mistake about it.
If there is any word for the Lark Ascending, this is it.
No mistake about it.
To be honest, I have a passion for literature and poetry. I have this secret stash of all my favorite poems, plus my own that I've written. Out of all the poems, I love The Road not Taken by Robert Frost:
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This poem appeals to me and many others in so many ways. At least for me, I like this poem because I need to learn how to be who I really am--and not anon behind a screen. This is written so beautifully and I must say, Robert Frost is truly one of my favorites.
If there is any word for the Lark Ascending, this is it.
No mistake about it.
I personally love anything written by Dickens, his writing style still amazes me.
Definitely my favourite author.
As for poetry Shakespeare's sonnets are a must.
I hear Dickens had an insane IQ and we used to read him a lot but even though he is great at writing I find his characters so horribly clitche as to be entirely unreal compared to let's say someone like Hermen Hesse who probably was not as good with details but more soulful.
I haven't read any Hermann Hesse so I can't quite compare the writing styles.
Apparently Dickens' IQ was 180.
Yeah really a high IQ and nearly perfrectly crafted language - just really somewhat stereotypical 1 dimensional characters he must have been a hermit because compared to Hermen Hesse his characters are like Dorthy from the Wizard of oz. I don't know the exact word for it but it's kind of like walking through a really complicated maze that's built like a city if that makes sense. You know it's not a city but the design is magnificent.
Reading someone like Hermen Hesse though, or a similar author, appeals more to the soul.
I'll definitely look into his writing then![]()
Should be interesting.
Is there anything by him in particular you'd recommend?
This one might be especially interesting to people here because Hesse drew on Jung's theories in developing the two main characters.Narcissus and Goldmund
This one might be especially interesting to people here because Hesse drew on Jung's theories in developing the two main characters.
Yes, I read it, but I already forgot most of it again. I found the homoerotic elements touching, but most of the Jungian stuff and all the aesthetotheological musings are not my cup of tea, which is probably why the whole thing left me rather unimpressed and without strong memories. It struck me as a bit naive, too, as if it had been written by a young adult.You've read it then? I just finished it last night. The last paragraph gave me chills in the same way that a good movie or prolific writing would.
I think the roles, as far as thinking and sensing are concerned, are clear. More important than their particular types are their differences, their complementary dispositions. Goldmund is obsessed with his mother, Narcissus with god, male and female. One seeks earthly experience, the other metaphysical understanding. Archetypes, bla, bla, bla.Do you think goldmun was a sensor intuitive feeler and narcissus a thinker sensor intuitive?
As far as I know, what made Hesse popular in the States (in the 60s!) were Steppenwolf and Siddhartha.That's why I think Hesse becomes vogue. Reading it is like a frantic rush through a room looking for an elixir one has lost and needs direly in the next few moments. His final words are like a hammer. He is never too intellectual nor sentimental. He is always in that sweet spot. His literature is like blues music before the electric guitar.
Yes, I read it, but I already forgot most of it again. I found the homoerotic elements touching, but most of the Jungian stuff and all the aesthetotheological musings are not my cup of tea, which is probably why the whole thing left me rather unimpressed and without strong memories. It struck me as a bit naive, too, as if it had been written by a young adult.
A former teacher once recommended I read Beneath the Wheel. I never finished that; it bored me. That, however, is the extent of my Hesse experience. I have not been tempted to allot him much time since out last get-together.
I think the roles, as far as thinking and sensing are concerned, are clear. More important than their particular types are their differences, their complementary dispositions. Goldmund is obsessed with his mother, Narcissus with god, male and female. One seeks earthly experience, the other metaphysical understanding. Archetypes, bla, bla, bla.
As far as I know, what made Hesse popular in the States (in the 60s!) were Steppenwolf and Siddhartha.
It is possible he is more intoxicating in English. Just not very likely.Thank you for that! I always grow when I hear another's point of view. Sometimes I get obsessed with something like a song or a book and when I hear a more neutral point of view it brings me down to earth.