All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love.
When legendary musician Johnny Cash (born February 26, 1932) joined the Air Force, he wasn’t allowed to use his birth name, J.R., so he named himself John. Based in Germany during the Korean War, Cash was a Morse Code interpreter and became the first American to know of Stalin’s death.
Is it fair to have given us the memory of what was and the desire of what could be when we must suffer what is?
Happy 67th birthday, Neil Jordan! His original dream was to write fiction, but Jordan successful films soon overshadowed his novels—My favorite, Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair (1999), he’s written and directed The Crying Game, Michael Collins, and Breakfast on Pluto.
Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.
Historian Henry Adams (born February 16, 1838) published his memoirs, titled The Education of Henry Adams, privately. After his death they were reissued and won the Pulitzer Prize.
Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you.
Happy 43rd birthday, Miranda July! The multi-faceted artist’s oeuvre is a testament to trying your hand at everything—she has made work as a writer, musician, filmmaker, actor, and visual artist.
Over the river and through the wood
To grandfather’s house we go
Lydia Maria Francis Child
American activist Lydia Maria Child (born February 11, 1802) may have been the first prominent abolitionist to advocate immediate emancipation without compensation to slave owners—she also wrote anti-slavery fiction. However, Child is best known for her children’s poem, Over the River and Through the Wood.
Sometimes thou seem’st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
February 10, 1862: Poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s wife, Lizzie Siddal, died 152 years ago today. At her funeral the distraught husband lay the only manuscript of his poems to rest in his wife’s coffin. Seven years later, he had her body exhumed and retrieved his work.
Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That’s what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?
Happy 77th birthday, J.M. Coetzee! The reclusive South African writer did not show up to the awards ceremony for his two Booker Prizes, but he did make an appearance when he won the Nobel Prize in 2003.