contemporary voices

Here in my room in Bacolod, I found my old college book “Prentice Hall Literature World Masterpieces,” a huge volume of over a thousand pages of prose, poetry, and drama from all over the world and from the beginning of the written word.

It’s actually a pretty magnificent book.

 

a huge volume of litetary goodness

 
And I started going through the pages and I realized I had only read what my professor told me to read from the book — a poem or short story or play here and there — but I never really went out of my way to read it on my own.

I do remember referencing it again when I taught World Literature that one time. Picked out around five or six works from the book so I could access good choices of Middle Eastern Literature and African Literature.

Going through it now, I found a page that had words from Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot that just hit me like a ton of bricks:

 

that caption though (of Samuel Beckett)

 
The power of Literature. There’s just no escape from it. It will seek you out and try to change you when it can.

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