Date: 1952
La structure néurotique d'un individu sear justement l'élaboration, la formation, l'éclosion dans le moi de noeuds conflictuels provenant d'une part du milieu, d'autre part de la façon toute personelle dont cet individu réagit à ces influences [The neurotic structure of an individual is precisely...
preview | full record— Fanon, Frantz (1925-1961)
Date: 1949-1952, 1953
"Hard, hard work, excavating and digging, mining, moling through tunnels, heaving, pushing, moving rock, working, working, working, working, working, panting, hauling, hoisting. And none of this work is seen from the outside. It's internally done. It happens because you are powerless and unable t...
preview | full record— Bellow, Saul (1915-2005)
Date: 1953
"Should poets bicycle-pump the human heart / Or squash it flat?"
preview | full record— Amis, Kingsley (1922-1995)
Date: December, 1954
"Does Somebody look bored, / His thoughts vacant as plaster, with being year / After bleeding year, our immobile word?"
preview | full record— Scott, Peter Dale (b. January 11, 1929)
Date: 1955
"The courtyards of the inner heart go round / And round, so sure are they / Where they will end; the brick / Convolutions enter and extend / The individual life, and come to end."
preview | full record— Miles, Josephine (1911-1985)
Date: 1957
"'Really, your mind--' ... 'Like a sink, my nephew Raymond used to say,' Miss Marple agreed, nodding her head briskly. 'But I always told him, sinks are necesary domestic equipment and actually very hygienic.'"
preview | full record— Christie, Agatha (1890-1976)
Date: Jan. 9, 1958
"This in haste to get something off my muckheap of a mind."
preview | full record— Beckett, Samuel (1096-1989)
Date: 1955, 1958
"It [the title of this book] is used out of context but expresses the way I felt about these poems when I wrote them---as if they were, taken together, a kind of Coney Island of the mind, a kind of circus of the soul."
preview | full record— Ferlinghetti, Lawrence. (b. 1919)
Date: 1959
"The heart's tough shell is still to crack / When, spent of all its wine and bread, / Unwinkingly the altar lies / Wreathed in its sour breath, cold and dead, / A server has put out its eyes."
preview | full record— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)
Date: 1959, 1964
"run your finger along your no-moss mind / that's not a thought that's soot"
preview | full record— O'Hara, Francis Russell "Frank" (1926-1966)