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dcazdn: Published 100 years ago (ok, 1924) by the poet now known as Laura Riding Jackson.

StreetsofC: The wind shudders through the city, Wrapped in the shawl of its swiftness. Who but the cold women Have fingers to tear quietly The shawls of the chattering wind? - Laura Riding Jackson Women of Chicago. 2023

deannamascle: Prisms by Laura Riding Jackson - Poems | Academy of American Poets

kafka_nightmare: Prisms by Laura riding Jackson is a snobby piece of poem

Monica85198503: “A child should be allowed to take as long as she needs for knowing everything about herself... learning to be herself... And it wouldn’t matter if doing things got delayed, because nothing is really important but being oneself.” ~ Laura Riding Jackson © Jamie Heiden

danklyn: When a thing is not likable, that is the end of it. It doesn’t matter what it should have been; there’s no more to be said about it. And when a thing is likable it is what it should be, and there’s no more to be said about it either. — Laura (Riding) Jackson

brainpickings: The Telling – an unusual and profound manifesto for truth (the meaning of it, the task of it) by the poet Laura Riding, born on this day in 1901

tonycart: The Telling: An Unusual and Profound 1967 Manifesto for Truth

brainpicker: The Telling – an unusual and profound manifesto for truth (the meaning of it, the task of it) by the poet Laura Riding, born on this day in 1901

VeroBeachDaily: Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation Celebrates Its 30th Anniversary With - “LOL Laughing Out Loud With Carl Hiaasen”

SwallowedBy: There are things that even the wind will not betray. Earth puts her finger to her lips And muffles there her quiet, quick activity…. ~Laura Riding Jackson The Spring Has Many Silences

npiombino: Ned Rorem was a superb and prodigious diarist. I have read many of the greatest diaries, from Lord Chesterfield to Stephen Spender to Walter Benjamin, Cesare Pavese, Laura Riding Jackson, Paul Auster, Franz Kafka, Jean Cocteau, Marcus Aurelius, and Rorem is up there with the best

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mongibeddu: Gender differences in twentieth-century poetry, according to Laura (Riding) Jackson.

IrBound: The Laura Riding Jackson Foundation is offering a FREE workshop for teens, Sunday, October 23 from 1-3pm. Here's the link to register:

brainpicker: “The task of truth is divided among us, to the number of us… We must grasp the Subject with the tongs of our individual littleness; take the measure of it with what we are.” Superbly timely read from long ago

jsief: Laura Riding Jackson states her reasons for distrusting poetry and poets. Rather incisive, this.

LiteratureFace: "Where my face turns an inner look / On what's outside of me / And meets the challenge of other things / Haughtily, by being what it is." ('Pride of Head', Laura Riding Jackson)

BryAiello: Laura Riding Jackson's The Wind The Sky

SCBWI_Florida: Here’s one of six exciting SCBWI Florida Boot Camp options: PICTURE BOOKS: FROM PREMISE TO PUBLICATION—OPPORTUNITIES AND POSSIBILITIES Faculty: Rob Sanders and Sita Singh Location: Laura Riding Jackson Writing Center, Vero Beach

ivvvvaelliott: Women just don’t go off quite like Laura Riding Jackson anymore.

asyaelt: The Lovers by Laura Riding Jackson | Voices by… | Poetry Magazine

deannamascle: Ahead and Around by Laura Riding Jackson - Poems | Academy of American Poets

brainpickings: “The task of truth is divided among us, to the number of us…We must grasp the Subject with the tongs of our individual littleness; take the measure of it with what we are.”Half a century later, this forgotten poet's manifesto reads more resonant than ever

brainpicker: “The task of truth is divided among us, to the number of us…We must grasp the Subject with the tongs of our individual littleness; take the measure of it with what we are.”Half a century later, this forgotten poet's manifesto reads more resonant than ever

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FoustRebecca: This month's DMQ Virtual Salon, poet Paul Scully read from his new book The Fickle Pendulum (Interactive Press, 2021) - it assays belief and doubt through St Thomas the Apostle, Galileo Galilei, and Laura (Riding) Jackson.

ChasingArt: S2 E12: The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson

Jossungood: "The World and I" by Laura Riding Jackson

jonathanjleal: "Until the missing story of ourselves is told, nothing besides told can suffice us: we shall go on quietly craving it." —Laura Riding Jackson, 'The Telling' (1967)

designotter: "People who for some reason find it impossible to think about themselves, and so really be themselves, try to make up for not thinking with doing. They try to pretend that doing is thinking." —Laura Riding Jackson

olaitanhumble: “birth is the beginning where all part/ death is the beginning where they meet” —laura riding jackson, ahead and around

HarthouseJames: "Ahead and Around" by Laura Riding Jackson (1901-1991)

BobbiRicciPoet: The spring has many silences: Buds are mysteriously unbound With a discreet significance, And buds say nothing. There are things that even the wind will not betray. Earth puts her finger to her lips And muffles there her quiet, quick activity…. - Laura Riding Jackson

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LiteratureFace: "With the face goes a mirror / As with the mind a world. / Likeness tells the doubting eye / That strangeness is not strange." ('With the Face', Laura Riding Jackson)

LiteratureFace: "Some nearly impossible vision like this / Is necessary for the mood of my eyes." (Laura Riding Jackson, 'Eyes' 1925)

NYpoet: “Do not wonder at me That I am hushed“ Laura Riding Jackson!

POETSorg: Birds chop the still air into small melodies. The wind forgets to be the weather for a time And whispers old advice for summer. —Laura Riding Jackson

pesachology: “Man's intellectual consciousness became a means of escape from his emotional consciousness, his mind a place to which to escape from his body and from woman.” –Laura (Riding) Jackson, “The Word 'Woman' and Other Related Writings”

katiesteedly: "The spring has many silences: Buds are mysteriously unbound With a discreet significance, And buds say nothing." From Laura Riding Jackson’s “The Spring Has Many Silences“

IndianRiverMag: The Laura [Riding] Jackson Foundation honors and helps preserve the legacy of a poet, novelist, critic and essayist by nurturing writers of all ages in Indian River County.

ColetteColfer: Today's 'poem a day' emailed from poets org - Laura Riding Jackson 'The Spring Has Many Silences'

deannamascle: The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson - Poems |

LiteratureFace: "Formally announced by my eyebrows, / Sad squires of my eyes, / Preciously fitted into two fine skin purses— / Two rose petals might fashion them— / So firmly, gently guarded, / Yet so free to roll a little / In each socket / In each pocket" (Laura Riding Jackson, 'Eyes' 1925)

RoyaTheWriter: The spring has many sounds: Roller skates grind the pavement to noisy dust. Birds chop the still air into small melodies. The wind forgets to be the weather for a time And whispers old advice for summer … —Laura riding Jackson

jenbenka: There are things that even the wind will not betray. Earth puts her finger to her lips And muffles there her quiet, quick activity…. Do not wonder at me That I am hushed This April night beside you. The spring has many silences. —Laura Riding Jackson

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redheadedfemme: The Spring Has Many Silences by Laura Riding Jackson - Poems |

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Jonesy1910: I’m so proud of my dad, who was recognized for helping restore a famous poet’s (Laura Riding Jackson) home in Vero Beach. He’s the kind of guy who does this from a genuine passion point to make his community better.

winged___body: I'm sorry Ms. (Laura Riding) Jackson oooh, I am for real

BirdieHalll: Laura (Riding) Jackson is the ultimate Witch of Truth and my favorite woman of ALL TIME ALL TIME- she ruthlessly renounced poetry later in life, refused to let Yeats anthologize her, and went on to write multiple tomes about truth and meaning (Rational Meaning is her opus).

rachelhamburg: "There should be a name (as poetic as love) for this relationship between loather and loathed." - Laura Riding Jackson

marahforkeeps: I did the Bookmatch quiz again after a few weeks of reflection. My answers changed and the only overlap was "The Laura (Riding) Jackson Reader."

miltthomas: Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation to participate in Collections Assessment For Preservation Program

EditorVero: Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation to participate in Collections Assessment For Preservation Program

FedeItaliano76: As stone suffers of stoniness, As light of its shiningness, As birds of their wingedness, So I of my whoness. —Laura Riding Jackson (born Laura Reichenthal 1901–1991)

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TCPalm: Opinion: Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation's Teen Writing Workshop taps Sebastian River High School IB student Jayden Hughes's work as a standout example.

brainpicker: The poet Laura (Riding) Jackson died on this day in 1991 and left us some of the most beautiful advice on life ever committed to words, in letters to an 8-year-old girl

mikerburch: Long Division by Michael R. Burch after Laura Riding Jackson All things become one Through death’s long division And perfect precision.

jamieperkins4: The task of truth is divided among us, to the number of us,” and that “we must grasp it with the tongs of our individual littleness and take the measure of it with what we are. -Laura Riding Jackson

KatieVan8: I just made a donation to Laura (Riding) Jackson Foundation

dhami: Laura (Riding) Jackson: poetry is what happens when the baby crawls off the altar

FranoisLachanc2: The impossibility of pausing in poetry as long as may be needed to make sense clear causes many a set of words actually deficient in linguistic workmanship to pass for an eloquent brevity. "The Promise of Words" Laura (Riding) Jackson London Review of Books Vol. 17 No. 17 (1995)

StrongVero: Laura Riding Jackson house a hit in its college campus location | 32963 Features, 32963 News | Vero News

Vero_News: Laura Riding Jackson house a hit in its college campus location, read more here

LibraryBabbitt: For a second, I was sure I had a chance to acquire W. H. Auden's underwear ... Still looking for Allen Tate's jockstrap & Laura (Riding) Jackson's toothbrush.

jenniferhodgson: What brought me back into the loving arms of this literary journal was a wild essay by Laura (Riding) Jackson from 25 years ago. Cool.

gayeewang: OP was walking on the street when she met Jackson riding a shared bicycle She saw someone with a ponytail & wearing shorts, & thought, hmm very unique, why does it look like Jackson? They were some distance away & not even on the same path but he turned the bike around & faced OP

samrat747: Yes And No by Laura Riding Jackson Across a continent imaginary Because it cannot be discovered now Upon this fully apprehended planet— No more applicants considered, Alas, alas— -

samrat747: The World And I by Laura Riding Jackson This is not exactly what I mean Any more than the sun is the sun. But how to mean more closely If the sun shines but approximately? What a world of awkwardness! What hostile implements of sense! -

samrat747: The Simple Line by Laura Riding Jackson The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty Is dark too recognizable. Thought looking out on thought Makes one an eye: Which it shall be, bot... -

samrat747: With The Face by Laura Riding Jackson With the face goes a mirror As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye That strangeness is not strange. At an early hour and knowledge Identity not yet familiar Looks back upon itself from later... -

samrat747: In Due Form by Laura Riding Jackson I do not doubt you. I know you love me. It is a fact of your indoor face, A true fancy of your muscularity. Your step is confident. Your look is thorough. Your stay-beside-me is a pillow To roll over on And slee... -

samrat747: The Poet's Corner by Laura Riding Jackson Here where the end of bone is no end of song And the earth is bedecked with immortality In what was poetry And now is pride beside And nationality, Here is a battle with no bravery -

samrat747: The Quids by Laura Riding Jackson The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton— Each turned three essences where it stood And ground a gisty dust from its neighbors' edges Until a powder... -

bobbernier: There’s a little library that is almost a replica of the Laura Riding Jackson house.

dhami: Preparing to pull a Laura Riding Jackson and renounce poetry

eudaemonist: There are few writers who vex me as much as Laura (Riding) Jackson. I attempt to interrogate that vexation, but have the suspicion I may be asking wrong questions of both her life and her work.

eudaemonist: In which I try to make some sort of sense of Laura (Riding) Jackson.

libbyhellmann: Love Suspense? Want to know how to write it? Come to a Zoom workshop I'm doing this Saturday morning for the Laura Riding Jackson Foundation in Vero Beach.

eudaemonist: Above Reproach 1. ‘Lives of Wives’, Laura (Riding) Jackson 2. ‘Letters to Catherine’, Laura (Riding) Jackson 3. ‘Once As It Was’, Griselda Jackson Ohannessian

eudaemonist: ‘The controversy, that is, is not over principles but over style; and style is, ultimately, not so much the manner of a work as the manner in which it is talked about.’ —Laura (Riding) Jackson, ‘Anarchism Is Not Enough’

DebraMHaak: The Telling: An Unusual and Profound 1967 Manifesto for Truth

eudaemonist: ‘There is no hint […] that the mind is a dust-cloud only when perceptively organized to define reality. Or that language is only an Enchanted Wood of Words when the dragon Reality is searched for in it.’ —Laura (Riding) Jackson, ‘Anarchism Is not Enough’

eudaemonist: I seldom agree with what Laura (Riding) Jackson says, but she certainly has a marvelous way of saying it.

davidrieff: Book Recommendation of the Day: Progress of Stories by Laura (Riding) Jackson (Persea Books, 1994)

LAHeffernan: Laura Riding Jackson’s Florida cracker cabin c 1997 (!) to somber up your timeline.

skydog811: The Telling: An Unusual and Profound 1967 Manifesto for Truth

safakbskaya: "Whatever we learn of what is not ourselves, but ours to know, being of our universal world, will likewise leave the emptiness an emptiness. Until the missing story of ourselves is told, nothing besides told can suffice us: we shall go on quietly craving it." Laura Riding Jackson

safakbskaya: This self-claiming self is a human-faced creature, existing in the multiple form of a loose number reckonable only as “the human aggregate.” The needs of this self issue from a diffuse greed, which is imparted from one to the other in garrulous sociality." Laura Riding Jackson

safakbskaya: "People will think you brilliant only if you tell them what they know. To avoid being thought brilliant, avoid knowing what they know. Write to discover to yourself what you know." Laura Riding Jackson

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brainpicker: “The task of truth is divided among us, to the number of us.” Long ago, the forgotten poet-philosopher Laura Raiding Jackson, born on this day in 1901, wrote something astoundingly beautiful about the telling of truth:



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