I’ve always been fascinated by George Sand, the 19th-century French novelist who wrote under a pseudonym. What draws me to her is the enigma of her identity – or rather, the multiple identities she presented to the world. To be honest, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I mean, who am I kidding with …
I still remember the first time I picked up a Jose Saramago novel, his words spilling out like a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions on the page. It was as if he’d taken all my innermost worries and doubts, mixed them with his own philosophical musings, and served them back to me in this …
I’ll be honest, I stumbled upon Clarice Lispector’s name while browsing through a used bookstore, and at first, I had no idea who she was. But there was something about her name that drew me in – maybe it was the exotic sound of it, or perhaps it was the hint of mystery surrounding this …
Isaac Newton’s face has been etched into my mind since I first stumbled upon him in high school history class. I remember being fascinated by the way he seemed to hold the entire universe within his grasp – laws of motion, universal gravitation, calculus… it all felt so comprehensive, so final. As a young adult …
I’ve been thinking about Antonin Artaud a lot lately, trying to wrap my head around the man and his work. For me, it’s not just about understanding him as an artist or a thinker; I’m drawn to the complexities that make him so infuriatingly compelling. One of the things that keeps me up at night …
Mary Oliver’s words have been my constant companion for years, yet I only recently stumbled upon her work with any kind of intention. It was during a particularly overwhelming semester, and I found myself pouring over her collections – “Devotions”, “Wild Geese”, “No Voyage and Other Poems” – as if searching for some sort of …
I’ve been thinking a lot about Ernst Cassirer lately, ever since I stumbled upon his book “The Myth of the State” in my freshman year philosophy class. At first, I was drawn to his critiques of fascist ideology and his call for humanism as a counterbalance to the rising tides of nationalism. But as I …
Dorothy Parker. Her name has been etched into my mind for years, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon her poetry in college that I truly started to understand why she fascinates me. It’s not just the wit and sarcasm that drips from every line – although, let’s be real, those are some of my …
I’ve been reading Zadie Smith’s work for years, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon her essay “Fences and Neighbours” that I started to feel a sense of unease. It’s not that I disagree with her arguments – on the contrary, I think she raises important points about the relationship between art and politics, the …
I’ve been obsessed with Denis Diderot for months now, ever since I stumbled upon a worn copy of his Encyclopédie at my local used bookstore. There’s something about the way he wrote that resonates with me – it’s like he’s speaking directly to my own frustrations and doubts as a young person trying to make …
Rachel Blau DuPlessis. Her name has been circling my mind for weeks, ever since I stumbled upon her work while researching the feminist avant-garde movement of the 1960s and ’70s. As I delved deeper into her writing, I found myself both drawn to and unsettled by her ideas. What is it about Rachel’s approach to …
I’ve been reading W.B. Yeats for what feels like an eternity, but it’s really only been a few months since I stumbled upon his poetry in a used bookstore. There was something about the way his words seemed to dance on the page that drew me in – a combination of mystery and accessibility that …
Hannah Hoch’s collage work makes me think of the cluttered state of my own mind. I’m a writer, and writing is how I untangle thoughts that feel stuck together like torn fragments of paper. Hoch’s collages are like that too – pieces of different textures and colors pasted together to create something new. But it’s …
Georgia O’Keeffe has been on my mind a lot lately, ever since I stumbled upon her work while browsing through an art book in my college dorm’s library. Her paintings of enlarged flowers and landscapes seemed to leap off the page, their bold colors and shapes demanding attention. At first, I was struck by their …
Walter Benjamin has been on my mind for months now, ever since I stumbled upon his writings on art and history while researching for a paper on modernity. At first, I was drawn to the way he effortlessly weaves together philosophy, politics, and culture – it’s like reading a dense, yet exhilarating novel. But as …
Katherine Mansfield’s life has been a constant companion of mine since college, when I devoured her short stories like they were oxygen. There was something about the way she captured the intricacies of human relationships, the quiet desperation of modern life, that spoke to me on a deep level. But it wasn’t until recently, as …
I’ve always been fascinated by the contradictions of Albert Einstein’s life. On one hand, he was a brilliant physicist who revolutionized our understanding of space and time. His theories changed the way we think about the universe, and his legacy continues to inspire scientists and thinkers around the world. But on the other hand, he …
James Weldon Johnson has been on my mind a lot lately, and I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it’s because I recently graduated from college with a degree in English, and his name kept popping up in my coursework. Or maybe it’s because I’ve always been drawn to the complex intersections of art and social …
I’ll be honest, I stumbled upon Hildegard of Bingen by chance, while browsing through a used bookstore. Her name jumped off the page, and I had to look her up. At first, I was drawn to her as a trailblazer – a woman who defied conventions in a time when women’s voices were largely silenced. …
Seamus Heaney’s words have a way of creeping into my mind when I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the blank page in front of me. As a writer, I’ve always found solace in his poetry – its rhythms and cadences are like a steady heartbeat that grounds me. But beyond just admiring his craft, …
I’ll be honest, Antonio Gramsci’s name has been floating around my consciousness for years, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon his concept of “hegemony” that I felt a genuine spark of interest. Maybe it was the way he described how power operates beneath the surface, shaping our collective perceptions without us even realizing it. …
Claude Monet’s paintings have been on my mind a lot lately, ever since I spent an entire morning at the Musée Marmottan Monet in Paris, staring at his Impression, Sunrise (1872). There was something about the way the light danced across the canvas that seemed to capture the essence of my own restlessness. As I …
I’ve always been fascinated by Mary Shelley, but it’s not just her life story that draws me in – although the idea of writing a novel at 18 while traveling with your soon-to-be-ex-fiancé is enough to make anyone feel inadequate. It’s something more complex than that. One thing I find intriguing is how much Mary …
Cesare Pavese’s words have a way of getting under my skin. I’ve spent countless hours poring over his essays, translations, and poetry, and yet, every time I revisit them, I feel like I’m uncovering something new – or rather, something old that I never noticed before. It’s as if his writing is like a puzzle, …
I keep coming back to Lise Meitner, the Austrian physicist who fled her homeland during WWII only to play a crucial role in discovering nuclear fission. Her name is etched in my mind alongside those of Marie Curie and Rosalind Franklin – women who broke ground in male-dominated fields, leaving behind a trail of awe-inspiring …
I’ll never forget the day I stumbled upon Jorge Luis Borges’ short story “Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.” It was as if I had stepped into a labyrinth and couldn’t find my way out. The more I read, the more questions swirled in my head like leaves in a storm drain. What is reality? Is it …
Elizabeth Cady Stanton has been lingering in the back of my mind for weeks now, ever since I stumbled upon her name while browsing through a list of influential women from history. At first, I thought it was just another name, another faceless figure from a bygone era. But as I began to read more …
Soren Kierkegaard. His name has been floating around my mind for months now, ever since I stumbled upon his works while searching for inspiration for a creative writing project. At first, it was just the familiar feeling of overwhelm that comes with diving into someone else’s ideas – too many words, too many concepts, and …
I’ve been thinking about Emily Carr a lot lately, ever since I stumbled upon her paintings in an art history course last semester. At first, I was drawn to the vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes, but as I delved deeper into her work, I found myself increasingly fascinated by the complexity of her personality. There’s …
W.E.B. Du Bois’s words have been seeping into my consciousness for years, like a slow-moving river that I’ve never quite managed to follow to its source. It started with phrases like “double-consciousness” and “the color line,” which seemed to articulate a tension I recognized in myself—the feeling of being split between inner identity and the …
Jane Austen. I’ve spent hours reading her novels, but it’s not the plots or characters that have me stuck – it’s her voice. It’s like she’s speaking directly to me, but from a different time, with a language that’s both familiar and foreign. As someone who writes for myself, to process my own thoughts and …
