I’ve been thinking about Georg Cantor a lot lately, ever since I stumbled upon his name while researching the history of mathematics. There’s something about him that fascinates me, and it’s not just because he was a brilliant mathematician who…
I’ve been reading Louise Bogan’s poetry for months now, and yet I still find myself struggling to pin down why she holds my attention. It’s not just her words, although they’re undeniably beautiful – it’s the way she weaves together…
I’ve been thinking a lot about Alexis de Tocqueville lately, and I’m not entirely sure why he’s stuck with me like this. Maybe it’s because his writing is so introspective and honest that it makes me feel less alone in…
Marianne Moore has been on my mind a lot lately, probably because I’m still trying to process what it means to be a writer after college. Her poetry is a constant companion – I’ve read her work off and on…
I’ve been thinking a lot about Norbert Wiener lately, and I’m not entirely sure why he’s stuck with me. Maybe it’s because his life was like a perpetual collision of worlds – mathematics, philosophy, politics, and science all swirling together…
I’ve always been drawn to H.D.’s writing, but it’s not just her words that captivate me – it’s the mystery surrounding her life. As I delve into her poetry and essays, I find myself entangled in a web of contradictions:…
James Agee’s words have been stuck with me since I first stumbled upon his essays as an undergraduate. There was something about the way he wrote that felt both deeply personal and utterly detached – a tension that drew me…
I’ve always been fascinated by Edmund Husserl, a philosopher who’s both familiar and foreign to me. I mean, who wouldn’t be captivated by the idea of phenomenology – this radical approach to understanding human experience that seeks to strip away…
Elias Canetti. His name has been floating around my head for weeks now, ever since I stumbled upon his essay “Crowds and Power” in a used bookstore. I remember feeling both fascinated and intimidated by the dense, complex writing. As…
Margaret Atwood. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, not just because of the recent buzz around The Testaments – although that certainly didn’t hurt. But it’s more than that. It’s like she’s tapped into some deep part of…
George Oppen’s poetry always makes me feel like I’m trying to untangle a knot while simultaneously watching it grow tighter. It’s a sensation that’s both maddening and mesmerizing, like staring at a puzzle with pieces that refuse to fit together.…
Aldous Huxley’s words have been hovering at the edges of my consciousness for years, like a persistent hum in the background of my mind. I’ve read his essays and novels, but it’s not just the ideas he presented that intrigue…
Kay Boyle’s name kept popping up in my American Lit class, and at first, I thought it was just because she wrote about the same stuff everyone else did – love, loss, identity. But the more we read, the more…
I’ve been reading Cesare Beccaria’s “On Crimes and Punishments” for what feels like an eternity, but I’m not even halfway through it. Yet, somehow, his ideas have become a constant hum in the background of my mind. His thoughts on…
Dorothy L. Sayers: a name that has been swirling in my head for months now, ever since I stumbled upon her novels while browsing through a used bookstore. There was something about her writing style, the way she wove together…
I’ve always been fascinated by Herman Hesse’s inner turmoil. It’s like he took the complexities of human existence and poured them onto the page, leaving me to wrestle with his thoughts and emotions alongside him. As I read through his…
I’ve been reading about Rabindranath Tagore for weeks now, and I’m still not sure what draws me to him. Maybe it’s the way he writes about love – like it’s a river that can both soothe and drown you at…
Elizabeth Hardwick’s writing is like a sharp edge that cuts through the haze of my own thoughts. I’ve been reading her essays for months now, and every time I pick up “Sleepless Nights,” I feel like I’m confronting a part…
Ernst Mach’s name keeps popping up in my research for a paper on the philosophy of science. At first, I thought it was just because he was a prominent figure in the history of physics and psychology. But as I…
May Sarton – the writer who has been on my mind lately, like a gentle hum in the background of my thoughts. I first stumbled upon her poetry and prose in college, where we were assigned to read some of…
