Sylvia Plath’s words have been a constant companion for me since I stumbled upon her poetry in college. Her language is like a wild animal that snatches my breath away, leaving me gasping for air. There’s something about the way…
Tillie Olsen’s name keeps popping up in my literature classes, always alongside the likes of Hemingway, Joyce, and Woolf. At first, I thought she was just another old-school writer who happened to be a woman, but the more I read…
Georg Lukacs. I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately, trying to untangle why his ideas keep slipping into my mind like a loose thread on an old sweater. As I sit here with my laptop open, staring at the…
Lou Andreas-Salomé has been on my mind a lot lately, ever since I stumbled upon her name while researching women writers of the early 20th century. At first, it was just a fleeting curiosity – who is this woman and…
Paul Klee’s work has been a constant presence in my life, even though I’ve never met him. His paintings are like fragments of my own thoughts – abstract, yet somehow familiar. I find myself drawn to his use of color…
I’ve always been drawn to Nadine Gordimer’s writing, but it wasn’t until I was in college that I truly began to grasp the depth of her work. As a writer myself, I find myself returning to her novels again and…
Pierre Curie’s smile keeps popping into my head. I’ve only seen pictures of him, but there’s something about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners that makes me feel like he might be smiling directly at me. It’s a…
Mary McCarthy’s words keep slipping into my mind, like fragments of a puzzle I’m trying to assemble. I first encountered her as an undergraduate, studying her novels and essays alongside the greats. But it was her reputation – or rather,…
Fernando Pessoa has been a constant presence in my life, lurking in the margins of my thoughts like a whispered secret. I first encountered him in a literature class during my senior year of college, where we devoured his poetry…
Maria Mitchell. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, especially since finishing college. Maybe it’s the sense of freedom that comes with being done with school, but I find myself drawn to people who didn’t fit neatly into expectations…
I’ve been thinking a lot about George Steiner lately, trying to put my finger on why his work resonates with me so deeply. As I sit here with a blank page and a cup of cold coffee, I’m struck by…
I’ve always been fascinated by Noam Chomsky’s ability to think critically about the world around him. As someone who writes as a way to process my own thoughts and emotions, I find his intellectual honesty both inspiring and intimidating. There’s…
I’ve always been drawn to Elizabeth Gaskell’s writing, particularly her novels about the lives of ordinary people in 19th-century England. What fascinates me is how she humanizes those often-overlooked individuals – the poor, the marginalized, and the struggling. Her characters’…
Karl Marx. I’ve spent countless hours reading his words, trying to make sense of the complex ideas that poured out of him like a torrent. It’s as if he’s speaking directly to me, challenging my assumptions about the world and…
I’ve been thinking a lot about Jean Rhys lately, and I’m not entirely sure why. Her writing doesn’t exactly resonate with me on an emotional level – it’s often described as detached, observational – but there’s something about her that…
I’ve been thinking a lot about Muriel Rukeyser lately, and it’s not just because I recently finished a semester-long course on 20th-century American poetry. It’s because she was a woman who seemed to be constantly at odds with the world…
I’ve always been fascinated by Michael Faraday, the 19th-century English chemist and physicist who revolutionized our understanding of electricity and magnetism. What draws me to him isn’t just his groundbreaking work – it’s the way he approached science with a…
I’ve been reading Djuna Barnes’ autobiography, “Nightwood,” for weeks now, and I keep finding myself drawn back to her writing about her relationships with men. Specifically, her tumultuous affair with Thelma Wood, an American artist. There’s something about the way…
I’ve been reading about Baruch Spinoza for weeks now, and I’m still not sure what to make of him. On one hand, his philosophy resonates with me on a deep level—the way he talks about the interconnectedness of all things…
Margaret Fuller’s name keeps appearing in my writing, as if I’m trying to summon her spirit by mentioning it enough times. I’ve been reading her essays and letters, getting lost in the pages of “Woman in the Nineteenth Century” and…
