Anna B
@annabwriting
Anna B
@annabwriting
Here is what happens in 1930 to the first sentence of 1926: very little, almost nothing. There are some small changes to punctuation, as when “arm chair” acquires a hyphen. In a sentence that is governed in its opening lines by the (somewhat confusing) play of light and dark, Woolf avoids a minor repetition when she writes “what wastes and deserts
... See moreAnd when one submits to the self-compulsion of ideological thinking, one surrenders one’s inner freedom to think.
” and it’s hard to think of a verbal array whose structure better mimics both its subject and the larger text of which it’s part: precisely because, despite its exquisitely shaped adventure, the sentence finally fails to hold itself together.
https://poets.org/poem/let-america-be-america-again
This poem kept me going during the insanity of the Trump years.
There’s a contradiction, not quite buried, in the way the essay characterizes the sick person’s experience of language
how was it possible to catch up with leisured women, who had been reading steadily from childhood?
The essay ends in a kind of dream—with the image of a plush red curtain clasped and crushed in grief. And we’re happy to follow Woolf there, in part, because of that dash in her opening sentence, which denotes a passage from the dream-fugue of sickness, depression, and undirected reading into the dirigible madness of writing.
It is often said, rather casually, that truth is dissolving, that we live in the ‘post-truth era’. But truth is one of our central concepts – perhaps our most central concept – and I don’t think we can do without it.