Book Bits

What is Love? Love is a Verb – bell hooks

To love well, we need to understand what we mean when we talk about love, and what love means to us all individually on the deepest, subconscious level, in the part of ourselves that began to be constructed in our earliest lives. This is the premise feminist scholar and cultural critic bell hooks establishes at… Continue reading What is Love? Love is a Verb – bell hooks

American Poetry, Poetry

Something There is That Doesn’t Love a Wall

Robert Frost’s ‘Mending Wall‘ is at once a humorous take on rural living as well as a more pointed meditation on isolation and the barriers we choose to build, or are obliged to put up. The walls, he seems to say, have a tendency to come down by themselves, but we will come and repair… Continue reading Something There is That Doesn’t Love a Wall

Sheila Heti
Book Bits

Sheila Heti – When Love Slips into the Death Drive

Sheila Heti’s novel ‘How Should a Person Be?’ asks that candid and naive question with honesty, humor and sincerity. During the course of the book, she especially looks at love and all its difficulties, and in this passage she talks about the kind of obsessive sexual love that pushes us over cliffs and into the death drive, that longs for ‘annihilation, comfort and death’.

David Whyte
Irish Poetry, Poetry

David Whyte on Love and Separation

If birth is a shock that whisks us out of another existence, a life that is whole and not lacking, then we can spend our whole lives in a state of longing for something we can’t quite remember, that we can’t quite articulate. In his poem about this kind of division and separation, ‘Cleave‘, David… Continue reading David Whyte on Love and Separation

James Baldwin
Book Bits

If Love Will Not Swing Wide the Gates, No Other Power Will

James Baldwin describes his own coming of age and awakening to spiritual and political consciousness as beginning with the revelation of sin: ‘I became, during my fourteenth year, for the first time in my life, afraid—afraid of the evil within me and afraid of the evil without.’