Kindergarten Books Shop School Zone School Zone × Read (Journal of a Solitude) Author May Sarton

Read (Journal of a Solitude) Author May Sarton

summary Journal of a Solitude

45 stars rounded upThis is the journal of a ear in May Sarton s life 1972 3 when she was 58 Sarton is known as a poet and novelist but also as a writer of journals periodically and this is one of those These journals are very honest accounts of her life and cover relationships lesbianism her periods of depression and melancholy solitariness hence the title emotions of all types and most especially nature My prior knowledge of May Sarton was limited and picked up on her via Aubrey and the 500 great books by women many thanks AubreyOne of the things I really enjoyed about the journal were her descriptions of the natural world most especially of her garden and the flowers and creatures in it Flowers and their scent were clearly very important to Sarton The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters A gray day but strangely enough a gray day makes the bunches of daffodils in the house have a particular radiance a kind of white light From my bed this morning I could look through at a bunch in the big room in that old Dutch blue and white drug jar and they glowed I went out before seven in my pajamas because it looked like rain and picked a sampler of twenty five different varieties It was worth getting up early because the first thing I saw was a scarlet tanager a few feet away on a lilac bush stupendous sight There is no scarlet so vivid no black so black When I am alone the flowers are really seen I can pay attention to them They are felt as presences Without them I would die Why do I say that Partly because they change before my eyes They live and die in a few days they keep me closely in touch with process with growth and also with dying I am floated on their moments She also writes with great compassion about the wild creatures who inhabit her world and the stories about the feral cat who makes a home nearby are heart rendingSarton writes her prose as only a poet can and with great honesty and vulnerability and pulls no punches about her own faults and frailties her worries about her work and its reception and her love affairs She also periodically makes comments about current affairs like the death of De Gaulle and will then drop in a sentence or two about meeting Virginia WoolfIt reads very easily despite feeling fragmented at times Sarton is engaging and thoughtful It was a real pleasure to read Sarton s writing amazes me It s not everyone who can say Hey I m going to shut myself in a house for a really long time and write about watering my plants and my depres 199 Kindle SpecialMay Sarton was born in Belgium her family moved to Boston Massachusetts as WWI approached She began writing poetry at age twelve she also wrote novels and later in life a children s book When she started this journal which was written over the period of a ear she was battling depression and examing different relationships in her life This book won t be for everyone although I savored every word If ou enjoy solitude nature flowers and deep insight I encourage The Gods Themselves you to read it I will definitely read it again because it is cathartic On a personal note I began journaling in 2001 because I needed an outlet for all I was feeling after the terroist attacks I also write poetry which began in 1998 after my Dad died unexpectedly Writing for me is great therapy I enjoy times of solitude to get centered Does anything in nature despair except man September 15th I feel inadeuate I have made an open place a place for meditation What if I cannot find myself inside itFor a long time now every meeting with another human being has b May Sarton 1912 1995 was a lesbian writer Born in Belgium her family escaped to England when Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated in 1914 the incident that triggered the First World War Oneear later her family moved again this time to Boston In 1945 she met her partner for 13 Becoming Project Five Fifteen years Judy Matlack She wrote many poetry novels and non fiction books but she was most known for her memoirs This book Journal of a Solitude is said to be her bestThis memoir includes almost daily entries of her life for the span of oneear 1972 1973 The title is about her preference to be alone when she writes poetry the literature form she likes best I am still to see a poetry book by her but I have a feeling that most of her poems are sad because this book is also sad Don t get me wrong though she is not a hermit living alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods In the book she mentioned about her visitors too like my favorite Virginia Woolf also a lesbian and other writers whose names just don t ring a bell In fact I did not know anything about May Sarton until this book Thanks to the 501 Must Read Books for recommending this to meSarton was 60 when she wrote this book It was just two Britain, Australia and the Bomb years after her partner for 13ears died So naturally she was still grieving However she did not mention her grief in the book denial trying to forget Rather she made herself busy doing the household chores tend to her garden teaching at the university and meeting with her friends Superficially everything seems to be ordinary except that when Kiffe Kiffe Demain you read her journalsou know that she is still deeply hurt inside Then since she was a good poet based on what I read in her journals her words were lyrical and heartfelt if not magical I think those are what make this book really loved by women who are feminists andor lovers of good literature Think of Anne Frank at 60 who knows how to write good poetry and instead of hiding inside the library her emotions are the ones hidden inside her heart and poured out only via the choicest and the most beautiful rhythmic versesMy favorite I am here alone for the first time in weeks May Sarton begins this book to take up my 'real' life again at last That is what is strange that friends even passionate loveare not my real life unless there is time alon.

Art is about Perley Cole his gardener Widowed by his wife due to her long illness he had to continue working tending Sarton s garden He died in the ambulance and he had no service and was cremated Sarton writes It is the loneliest dying and the loneliest death I ever heard of How many times he has said to me in these last months I never thought it would end like this How is one to accept such a death What have we come to when people are shoveled away as if that whole life of hard work dignity self respect could be discarded at the end like an old beer canI liked this book I read this book over a couple of weeks as journal entries need to be read a few at a time for me in order to maintain freshness May Sarton lived alone for a Sanzoku Ou King of Bandits Vol 9 year in her house in New Hampshire but it was not exactly in solitude She maintained a pretty full schedule of speaking engagements vacations and visits with friends not to mention all of the visitors she entertained and the neighbors she enjoyed Her journal entries over theear were very honest and full of insights I ll be reading beginning with Plant Dreaming Deep which concerns the time before 1973 when this one was written I savored this one over the span of five months it s so rich in insight that it s best read just a few pages at a time A poet and novelist Belgian by origin but a New Englander by choice Sarton 1912 1995 is now remembered primarily for her overtly lesbian works eg Mrs Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing Journal of a Solitude is a one Assassin's Creed Valhalla - Artbook officiel year account of her writing life in New Hampshire mostly covering the frigid winter of 1970 1 when Sarton was also struggling with depression The book dwells on the seasonal patterns of the natural world shovelling snow gardening caring for animals but also the rhythms of the soul rising in hope but also falling into occasional inevitable despair Am I too old to acuire the knack for happiness she wondersI ve been a full time freelance writer for nearly aear now and prone to melancholy for much longer so I can certainly relate to Sarton s descriptions of both the loneliness and the exhilarating freedom of the writer s life People who have regular jobs can have no idea of just this problem of ordering a day that has no pattern imposed on it from without She wisely notes the necessity of both isolation and community for any creative spirit a balance between the need to become oneself and to give of oneself I took inspiration from her assertion that being a writer is a noble endeavor a means of creating the soul afresh Each day and the living of it has to be a conscious creation My library copy is bristling with red Post it flags I found lines that grabbed me on nearly every third page There are almost too many brilliant uotes for me to copy out I ve bought my own secondhand paperback instead As Italo Calvino opined during unenforced readingyou will come across the book which will become our book Your classic is a book to which ou cannot remain indifferent and which helps Jim Hensons Labyrinth you defineourself in relation or even in opposition to it If that s the case Journal of a Solitude is on the top shelf in my personal library of classics Next up will be her Collected Poems then perhaps Mrs Stevens I have now spent 3 months reading Sarton s journal of a Basic Training year of her life in Nelson New Hampshire a journal which reflects her love of the old colonial home and the vast gardens she had cultivated there her nightly skirmishes with local wildlife who wanted home access raccoon feral cats the neighbors who tended to her land and road her flowers and pets her many friends acuaintances and above all perhaps her writing Sarton also exposes her core her occasional bouts of depression her ecstasy upon creating a poem or seeing the perfect sky or perfect flower in just the right beam of light We learn of her belief in feminism her homosexuality and something of her relationships her uasi religious beliefs as she does not fit herself into any belief system past acuaintance with Virginia Woolf and othersWhat a life she led And theear of this journal was in fact a transition ear for her as she contemplated and ultimately accepted her status as a solitude She provides what for me is an essential description of this meaning for her From August 27th entry There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business But I must not forget that for me being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse I lose my center I feel dispersed scattered in pieces I must have time alone in which to mull over any encounter and to extract its juice its essence to understand what has really happened to me as a conseuence of it loc 2045And she writes in her final entry of this journal on September 30 I begin to have intimations now of a return to some deep self that has been too absorbed and too battered to function for a long time That self tells me that I was meant to live alone meant to write the poems for others poems that seldom in my life have reached the one person for whom they were intended loc 2188Here she does not wallow she sees the reality of her life and experience and accepts the future and what she will do with it go forth and writeThere are moments also of humor moments of beauty moments of reflection about friends who are living life well or with difficulty and always there is nature and the garden From May 23 It is a catastrophe to have five baby woodchucks under the barn though they are adorable like small toy bears Of course they have eaten down the holly hocks But I take these disasters philosophically than I used to I am learning not to take it too pers. E in which to explore what is happening or what has happened In this journal she says I hope to break through into the rough rocky depthsto the matrix itself There is violence there and anger never resolved My need.

Onally I guess and not to mind failure The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters The blue pansies are wonderful this ear Blue is the most exciting color in the garden I think And these blues are everywhere now Virginia bluebells grape hyacinths blue primroses and wood anemones Soon there will be bluebells in the little wood and wild phlox here and there loc 1621This one brief paragraph takes her from potential despair to a lesson learned from nature to an observation of beauty to anticipation of beauty to come Is it any wonder that I have savored this readingThere is really so much here Obviously there is insight into the life of a poet dealing with her own loves losses and life There is also discussion of some of the important influences on her life and work both the people and her emotional and philosophical underpinningsVery highly recommendedA copy of this book was received from the publisher through NetGalley in return for an honest review 45 starsThoreau found it in Massachusetts Dillard found it in Virginia May Sarton found it in New Hampshire Solitude Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world in feeling myself a part of it Her prose is the embodiment of solitude slow paced thought provokingHow can what seems like nonsensical talk be so transformative Clever contemplation helps This is prose Dancing with Ben Hall and Other Yarns you savor otherwiseou miss something within the sentences At times it is like reading poetry see the words digest them allow them to infect BUG DEATH you with their poison Read this book whileou re alone and Forests Hope (Timber Valley Wolf Pack you feel the alonenessou smell the flowers sense the pain Read it around noise and the book not the noise is irritating For the book is silent slow moving so perceptive that it taunts Keeping and Breeding Australian Pythons your noisy environment In this house the light has always been a presence right now in a brilliant blue green band on the sofa in the cozy room A half hour ago it spotlit a pot ofellow chrysanthemums in there I look out at trees leafless now except for one maple where high up against the blue there is still branch after branch of translucent warm gold The leaves sift down one by one like notes in music This is the light we have been deprived of this ueer autumn of tropical rains and gray skies and it is good to have a taste of it Light sun flowers a leafless tree Leaves resembling musical notes as they fall How does she do this savoring the moment with the solitude s eye so that I the reader am forced to do the same For starters it is all jotted down in journal form as it occurs This is effective which is why I find myself irritated when I try to read it in anyplace else but silence She is on a pilgrimage inward This is really what this book is about This pilgrimage inward The act of letting go of oneself in order to find one s self It is the contemplation of a tortured soul The self exploration of mind body and spirit Virginia Woolf is called upon a few times in this narrative of part feminine discourse she was one of Sarton s writing idols Scary when ou think of it because we know how it all ended for Woolf and Sarton discusses clinical depression at great length in this book Nonetheless introspection coupled with observation dazzles An island of tall fir and spruce of many colored soft mosses blueberry patches and a long open meadow that rolls down to a salt water pool We come here to a timeless world steeped in tradition where for a week or so we are sheltered by the safety and comfort of the Victorian era when the many roomed shingled ark of a house was built by Anne s father in the 1890 s We come back to all the familiar joys sitting on our balcony to watch the silent sails glide past up the Sound and the ever changing clouds and light and shadow on the water and on the hills gathering mussels or blueberries for supper making bunches of wildflowers finding tiny trees and cushions of moss for Japanese gardens to be created when we are home again going to bed with a candle up the great staircase there is no electricity sinking into our twin beds and talking for hours side by side before we fall asleep She blasts me with lyricism like this and it doesn t matter that I m a thirty something and she is a fifty something because when she plays I am singing her song It does matter that I too have experienced this solitude that she speaks of intentional moments of introspection and seclusion in the teeny town I ve called my temporary home I read and I know that it is necessary to reuire solitude at my age just as it is necessary for Sarton to still ponder seek and wander at her age I only wish that the seeking could have had some resolution But really does it need to or am I leaning on her story for my own trajectory Maybe it is as she says we write toward what we will become from where we are One must believe that private dilemmas are if deeply examined universal and so if expressed have a human value beyond the private and one must also believe in the vehicle for expressing them in the talent The author s fixation on flowers and fluffy critters coupled with her intense depressive streak results in a journal that often reads like Mary Engelbreit having a bad day A really bad day Never having been much for nature poetry nature s pretty nature s nice I ve just never felt the urge to rhapsodize it and I can t get behind poets who do I found it difficult to relate This was disappointing as I do identify with much of what she talks about here the lovehate relationship with solitude For a long time now every meeting with another human being has been a collision I feel too much sense too much am exhausted by the reverberations after even the simp. To be alone is balanced against my fear of what will happen when suddenly I enter the huge empty silence if I cannot find support thereIn this book we are closer to the marrow than ever before in May Sarton's writin.

May Sarton was born on May 3 1912 in Wondelgem Belgium and grew up in Cambridge Massachusetts Her first volume of poetry Encounters in April was published in 1937 and her first novel The Single Hound in 1938 An accomplished memoirist Sarton boldly came out as a lesbian in her 1965 book Mrs Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing Her later memoir Journal of a Solitude was an account of h

May Sarton on Journal of a Solitude