A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn’t know enough to stay in the city.
S.J. PerelmanTags: urban cities farm farming farms rural
… in these new days and in these new pages a philosophical tradition of the spontaneity of speculation kind has been rekindled on the sacred isle of Éire, regardless of its creative custodian never having been taught how to freely speculate, how to profoundly question, and how to playfully define.
Spontaneity of speculation being synonymous with the philosophical-poetic, the philosophical-poetic with the rural philosopher-poet, and by roundelay the rural philosopher-poet thee with the spontaneity of speculation be.
And by the way of the rural what may we say?
A philosopher-poet of illimitable space we say.
Iohannes Scottus Ériugena the metaphor of old salutes you; salutes your lyrical ear and your skilful strumming of the rippling harp.
(Source: Hearing in the Write, Canto 19, Ivy-muffled)
Tags: poetic irish philosophical ireland lyrical metaphor spontaneity harp tradition creative rural speculation custodian eire
...but these backwaters of existence sometimes breed, in their sluggish depths, strange acuities of emotion... ("Afterward")
Edith WhartonTags: country-life rural-life rural countryside
Don't ever forget where you came from--especially if you don't even know where you are going.
Sara Marie HoggTags: middle-america small-town rural the-fifties
Workers were required to stay six months, and even then permission to quit was not always granted. The factory held the first two months of every worker's pay; leaving without approval meant losing that money and starting over somewhere else. That was a fact of factory life you couldn't know from the outside: Getting into a factory was easy. The hard part was getting out.
Leslie T. ChangTags: life girls women capitalism chinese china labor globalization city rural migrants factory manufacture chuqu migrant
The grapes he foraged set my teeth on edge.
I want to hack through their wild vines, dissect
this anger. It's a tangle: steep hill strung
with old foxgrapes among the hardwood, tough
enough to swing from (proto-bungee rush
that's like a fit of rage, adrenalin
alive inside me), or to strangle in.
Vines choke.
Tags: rural
Keep dreaming, Irish,” she said dryly, though her breath was ragged.
“I will, but it remains to be seen whether they’ll come true.” The man was all confidence and skilled seduction.
Kate smirked. “Only an Irishman would say that.”
“Only a beautiful, stubborn lass would ignore the truth.
Tags: love romance irish rural
An exaltation of spirit lifted me, as it were, far above the earth and the sinful creatures crawling on its surface; and I deemed myself as an eagle among the children of men, soaring on high, and looking down with pity and contempt on the grovelling creatures below.
James HoggTags: madness religion gothic rural scottish edinburgh
The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction
James HoggTags: murder madness religion gothic rural scottish edinburgh
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