My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘life and no escape.’
written by Anne Carson, Plainwater (via theperfumemaker)

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Until then I had thought each book spoke of the things, human or divine, that lie outside books. Now I realized that not infrequently books speak of books: it is as if they spoke among themselves. In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.
written by The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco  (via jaimelannister)

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Camerado, this is no book,
Who touches this touches a man,
(Is it night? are we here together alone?)
It is I you hold and who holds you,
I spring from the pages into your arms—decease calls me forth.
written by Walt Whitman, from “So Long!” Leaves of Grass (1891 edition)

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Don’t be the last to hear about McSweeney’s first-ever student short story contest.
Contestants must be students (undergraduate or graduate) in the United States, and stories must be fewer than 7,500 words. The winner of the contest will receive $500 and the story will be published in McSweeney’s 51 in August 2015. 
Submit your story from July 30 – September 30, 2014.
Find out all the details on their website.
 Doctor Zhivago

Hi all! Welcome back!

Just wanted to let you know, the application process for new editors has started. We are doing things a little differently this year and having all interested folks fill out an application online prior to an interview. If you’re interested and want to apply (and go to Bard), email us at and we will send it your way! We’re looking for about 2-3 new editors per department—Prose, Poetry, and Art—and the application will ask you to demonstrate your editorial and curatorial abilities and knowledge, as well as as some general questions about your availability and how you feel about grammar. :)

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One of Odysseus’ Men Transformed Into a Pig. Greek. Bronze, 5th C. BCE.
I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air. or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
written by Willa Cather, My Antonia

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A Towering Figure Enclosed Within a Glass Greenhouse by Susanne Ussing
Susanne Ussing, ‘I Drivhuset’ (‘In the Greenhouse’), 1980. Ussing was a Danish artist and architect, with a special interest ceramics. This mixed-media piece brings together the world of sculpture and architecture by placing the former inside the latter. Classical parallels are easily conjured here. Like a latter-day (and feminine) Zeus at Olympia, this ginormous female figure is too large for the confines of the glasshouse, which looks like it might shatter were she to move too freely; like a Crouching Aphrodite of immodest proportions, she looks vulnerable and coquettish all at once. At the same time, her skin of newspapers and skeleton of metal and wood thoroughly modern - not quite distracting from the gracefulness of her pose, but instead under-girding her with firm foundations.

Susanne Ussing (1940-1998, Danish) - I Drivhuset installed at Ordrupgaardsamlingen (In the Glasshouse), Denmark, 1980. It is composed of granite and porous materials.
Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story.
written by Friday would have been Ray Bradbury’s 94th birthday, which is why Dan Piepenbring, at The Paris Review Dailylooked back on one of Bradbury’s classic stories and picked out some choice quotes from his Art of Fiction interview. Piepenbring also pointed out that the story gets a mention in, among other places, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. You could supplement this by reading Tanjil Rashid on the author’s Middle East connection.

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Classics Illustrated #81, The Odyssey, 1951.
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“Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.”

― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

Are you interested in publishing? Do you write or create visual art? Did you run your high school lit-mag? Do you enjoy being ruthlessly critical, crying about good prose, seasonal color accents, and steel shelving?

Lux Literary Magazine (Bard’s semiannual undergraduate lit-mag) is looking for a batch of new first-year editors, as well as submissions of art and writing for our fall issue. This informational session will introduce Lux’s purpose, mission, and structure, and show various ways to get involved in what we do.

If you are unable to attend this informational session, but would like to receive more information on applying to be an editor, please contact us at

If you are interested in submitting your work for publication, please send it to for review. Thank you!