To The Lighthouse https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t1462 Runboard| To The Lighthouse en-us Fri, 29 Mar 2024 15:29:40 +0000 Fri, 29 Mar 2024 15:29:40 +0000 https://www.runboard.com/ rssfeeds_managingeditor@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds managing editor) rssfeeds_webmaster@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds webmaster) akBBS 60 Re: To The Lighthousehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9980,from=rss#post9980https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9980,from=rss#post9980Glad you liked it, Tere. I don't know of anyone who writes like her. It seems like she requires such sustained and heightened receptivity, reading her is a clarifying experience. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Thu, 01 Sep 2011 18:54:40 +0000 Re: To The Lighthousehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9973,from=rss#post9973https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9973,from=rss#post9973Good one, Chris. There is a reason why Albee named his play the way he did. She could be relentless and unblinking. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Thu, 01 Sep 2011 15:09:06 +0000 To The Lighthousehttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9969,from=rss#post9969https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p9969,from=rss#post9969Always (it was in her nature, her sex, she did not know which) before she exchanged the fluidity of life for the concentration of painting she had a few moments of nakedness when she seemed like an unborn soul, a soul reft of body, hesitating on some windy pinnacle and exposed without protection to all the blasts of doubt. Why then did she do it? She looked at the canvas lightly scored with running lines. It should be hung in the servants' bedrooms. It would be rolled up and stuffed under a sofa. What was the good of doing it then, and she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words without being aware any longer who originally spoke them.    Can't paint, can't write, she murmured monotonously, anxiously considering what her plan of attack should be. Virginia Woolfnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Thu, 01 Sep 2011 08:12:41 +0000