There are days when I feel just like this:

Excursion into the Mountains
by Franz Kafka (translated by Willa and Edwin Muir)
"I don't know," I cried without being heard, "I do not know. If nobody comes, then nobody comes. I've done nobody any harm, nobody's done me any harm, but nobody will help me. A pack of nobodies. Yet that isn't all true. ( Read more... )

The bulbs in the garden have been starting to raise their heads over the past few weeks and today the sun has made a welcome return and is making everything all bright and pretty. Definitely feels like spring again :-)

Seems appropriate to cite some poetry while the moment is here, so:

( Spring related poetry by a famous poet beginning with W )

I strangely seem to post here a lot more frequently when I'm trying to write an essay.

Anywho, here's one of those book things that seems to be doing the rounds at the moment. Not sure where the list originates from.

Most recently via pellegrina although I've seen it pop up quite a lot recently ( Read more... )