Eupraxsophy

Secular humanist, freethinker, progressive, and bibliophile. I love living life, learning things, and meeting people.
If anyone is curious, the first most quoted writer in the English language is reportedly Samuel Johnson. 

If anyone is curious, the first most quoted writer in the English language is reportedly Samuel Johnson. 

Only 2% to 5% of all books published in the United States come from a non-English source. While some foreign authors publish their works in English, most of them don’t, which means we’re totally unexposed to the overwhelming majority of the world’s literature.

US publishers claim that translations would cost too much, and that Americans aren’t interested in foreign literature.

But this raises an issue of causality: is this lack of interest the reason why publishers don’t bother translating non-English material? Or is it the lack of such publishing that causes or facilitates of our disinterest?

I suspect it is a little bit of both. Furthermore, one could argue that this is a consequence of our cultural and political hegemony: American culture is ubiquitous across the world, while comparatively little of the world’s culture makes inroads here (at least not in the mainstream). Perhaps this is because our dominant position in the world (real or perceived) makes learning about other cultures seem redundant or unnecessary. Our geographic size and relative isolation also presumably breeds a sense of insularity.

Regardless, I find this very unfortunate — though all the more reason to learn a foreign language. The free exchange of ideas, insights, and concepts — many of which exist only certain cultures and languages — is vital to a free and prosperous society.

Once there was a young warrior. Her teacher told her that she had to do battle with fear. She didn’t want to do that. It seemed too aggressive; it was scary; it seemed unfriendly. But the teacher said she had to do it and gave her the instructions for the battle. The day arrived. The student warrior stood on one side, and fear stood on the other. The warrior was feeling very small, and fear was looking big and wrathful. They both had their weapons. The young warrior roused herself and went toward fear, prostrated three times, and asked, “May I have permission to go into battle with you?” Fear said, “Thank you for showing me so much respect that you ask permission.” Then the young warrior said, “How can I defeat you?” Fear replied, “My weapons are that I talk fast, and I get very close to your face. Then you get completely unnerved, and you do whatever I say. If you don’t do what I tell you, I have no power. You can listen to me, and you can have respect for me. You can even be convinced by me. But if you don’t do what I say, I have no power.” In that way, the student warrior learned how to defeat fear.

Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times 

Eavesdrop a lot and take notes. It’s a way to begin to think about how the world around you is made of stories.

Daniel Handler, aka Lemony Snicket.

I agree. Great ideas are all around us, even in the most unexpected places. We have only to pay close attention to them. 

A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.

Susan Sontag (via aruariandance)

(Source: pavorst, via aruariandance)

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

Anais Nin 

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You

time2livelife:

I love words <3 

Indeed, and I love the English language (among others).

time2livelife:

I love words <3 

Indeed, and I love the English language (among others).

And to think that there are several languages presumably even harder than English.

And to think that there are several languages presumably even harder than English.

dipthatpen:

Anyone who speaks English quotes Shakespeare, oftentimes without knowing it. Sometimes, though, it doesn’t mean what a lot of people think it means. Here’s a small compilation of quoted and sometimes misquoted Shakespeare:
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dipthatpen:

Anyone who speaks English quotes Shakespeare, oftentimes without knowing it. Sometimes, though, it doesn’t mean what a lot of people think it means. Here’s a small compilation of quoted and sometimes misquoted Shakespeare:

Read More

I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

Oscar Wilde (via xzxcuzx-me)

There is a difference between solitude and loneliness. The former, as I see it, is usually voluntary and thus healthier. There’s nothing wrong with being alone if it’s what you want. Time alone allows us to reflect, wonder, and define ourselves. It can get out of hand sometimes, but we need to pause from the hustle and bustle of life and just get to ourselves better on our own. We’ll always need others in some way or another. But we mustn’t depend on them to validate our existence. 

(via nongfuspring)

It’s Death again – He’s always there –
Watching, waiting – e’er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he’ll never go.
The adamant phantom; don’t you know
He will but wait until it’s time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: ‘You’re next, it has to be…’

Mark R. Slaughter, It’s Death Again

Just like the dahlia
Death comes in all its beauty

And so I stroke her petals
Push my feet root-deep
Into the composted soil
As weary clouds unite
Coalesce
Darken through the greys
In preparation

Incontinence prevails
Lachrymose in empathy

They cry for me
Sharing tears
Mortality brings
As twilight closes

I rot
(They fade)

To be the plant
(They’ll water)

I, denomination Mark R. Slaughter

Struggle thro’ my fantasy
To seal the state of mind

That I of soul
Remain eternal

Back on the windowsill
A daffodil stretches
From a bulbous foot

Flirts like a ballerina

STOPS

Wonders of the world

My cat hears the brassy thoughts
From yellow trumpet
Pricks up his ears
Iridescent eyes
Focussed on the future

I’ll wait
For his appraisal

Mark R. Slaughter 

Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.

Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway