Today is the Winter Solstice – the longest darkness of the year. (The solar year, that is.)
It always seems appropriate on this holiday to reflect on Robert Frost’s poem… 518 more words
An extract from my review of Aaron Hillyer’s The Disappearance of Literature: Blanchot, Agamben, and the Writers of the No (Bloomsbury) featured in this week’s… 186 more words
My review of Aaron Hillyer’s The Disappearance of Literature: Blanchot, Agamben, and the Writers of the No (Bloomsbury) appears in this week’s Times Literary Supplement (p. 36).
Some days it’s so easy to lose sight of how beautiful life is. Sometimes, I forget that my life is this gift that’s given to me, and only me, and I can choose to do whatever I want with it: I can either treat it as something extremely valuable and make the most out of every minute I have by simply doing what I love, or I can destroy it by wasting it thinking about ridiculous people and bad days. 154 more words