Date: 1942
"I shall keep them [my thoughts] to myself for a time, and when I am older / They will shine as a white worm shines under a green boulder."
preview | full record— Smith, Stevie (1902-1971)
Date: March 17, 1950 [2005]
"One of those involuntary revealing thoughts one surprises, running like a rat through the muck-heap of my mind: Maybe I'll be able to afford that ikon if he goes."
preview | full record— Friend, Donald (1915-1989)
Date: 1952
De la partie la plus noire de mon âme, à travers la zone hachurée me monte ce désir d'être tout à coup blanc [Out of the blackest part of my soul, through the zone of hachures, surges up this desire to be suddenly white].
preview | full record— Fanon, Frantz (1925-1961)
Date: 1956
"All the old people I know have had their minds locked up like grey, scaly oysters since they were in their teens."
preview | full record— Durrell, Gerald (1925-1995)
Date: 1958
"Such hectic extremes of gloom and gaiety are, indeed, characteristic of the manic-depressive, as with poor Crabbe's wife; in such persons the superego sits, as it were, like a great baleful cat, while the poor little cowed mouse of an ego creeps about with its tail between its legs; but at inter...
preview | full record— Lucas, F. L. (1894-1967)
Date: 1963
"What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam."
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1963
"I stored the fact that there were real glasses in the corner of my mind the way a squirrel stores a nut."
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1963
"I tried to think what I had loved knives for, but my mind slipped from the noose of the thought and swung, like a bird, in the center of empty air."
preview | full record— Plath, Sylvia (1932-1963)
Date: 1965
"The ripe brain rotting like a yellow nut / Hatching / Its babel of sea-lice, sandfly, and maggot."
preview | full record— Walcott, Derek (b. 1930)
Date: 1975, 1976
"The mind is like a monkey swinging from branch to branch through a forest, says the Sutra. In order not to lose sight of the monkey by some sudden movement, we must watch the monkey constantly and even to be one with it."
preview | full record— Thich Nhat Hanh (b. October 11, 1926)