It’s Carson McCullers Birthday

“The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of another’s fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!”

Her collection of shorts The Ballad of the Sad Cafe and Other Stories, in pdf form

http://www.kameli.net/~raimu/rnd/carson_mccullers_-_the_ballad_of_the_sad_cafe_and_other_stories.pdf

I’ve never seen this 1968 adaptation of her most famous novel, but the critical response is overwhelmingly positive, and the cast, quality, so I’m looking forward to it.

Her social commentary is just as pertinent today, as ever, and her musings on love, loneliness and the human condition are forever relevant.

“For fear is a primary source of evil. And when the question “Who am I?” recurs and is unanswered, then fear and frustration project a negative attitude. The bewildered soul can answer only: “Since I do not understand ‘Who I am,’ I only know what I am not.” The corollary of this emotional incertitude is snobbism, intolerance and racial hate. The xenophobic individual can only reject and destroy, as the xenophobic nation inevitably makes war. ”
― Carson McCullers, The Mortgaged Heart: Selected Writings

“We live in the richest country in the world. There’s plenty and to spare for no man, woman, or child to be in want. And in addition to this our country was founded on what should have been a great, true principle – the freedom, equality, and rights of each individual. Huh! And what has come of that start? There are corporations worth billions of dollars – and hundreds of thousands of people who don’t get to eat.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

“ But look what the Church has done to Jesus during the last two thousand years. What they have made of Him. How they have turned every word He spoke for their own vile ends. Jesus would be framed and in jail if he was living today.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

“Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else. Being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. If she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things. Through the lies, she lived vicariously. The lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.”
― Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories

“He could not understand the wild quiver of his heart, nor the following sense of recklessness and grace that lingered after she was gone.”

“Any form of art can only develop by means of single mutations by individual creators. If only traditional conventions are used an art will die, and the widening of an art form is bound to seem strange at first, and awkward. Any growing thing must go through awkward stages. The creator who is misunderstood because of his breach of convention may say to himself, ‘I seem strange to you, but anyway I am alive.”

“If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are gone, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.”

Bukowski’s lonely tribute

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