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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>The Dead Writers Club was born out of the fact that there are very few living writers out there that are worth reading. (Naturally, this is because we all yearn to live in the past)

Do you consistently feel as though you are living in the wrong time period? We do too. 

This blog is a celebration of literature and the greats who wrote before us.</description><title>Dead Writers Club</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @deadwriters)</generator><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>The Daily Routines of Famous Writers</title><description>The Daily Routines of Famous Writers: What’s YOUR routine?</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/37272520853</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/37272520853</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2012 13:01:53 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>Here’s a virtual movie of the great Dylan Thomas reading...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_OBrMocKnQ4?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here’s a virtual movie of the great Dylan Thomas reading “Fern Hill”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Happy Tuesday, everyone!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Courtesy of our friend, Jim Clark at Poetry Animations. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/37188357906</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/37188357906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2012 08:58:34 -0600</pubDate></item><item><title>"November always seemed to me the Norway of the year."</title><description>“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.” - Emily Dickinson</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/34759639496</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/34759639496</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2012 09:10:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>HAPPY HALLOWEEN, from all of us at DWC.
New in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcrvcs6nw61qb9i9no1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN, from all of us at DWC.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;New in November…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;More posts, more audio and we promise we will try to update more frequently. Been a hectic few months. Term papers, new student crop, novels, etc.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Have a safe and ridiculously fun Halloween, everyone!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/34714169967</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/34714169967</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2012 14:26:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid."</title><description>“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/34700418469</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/34700418469</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2012 08:53:17 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>On This Day in Literary History....</title><description>On October 16th in 1847, Charlotte Brontë published, Jane Eyre. 165 years old, and it&amp;#8217;s still...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/33710903507</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/33710903507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2012 10:47:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ - that wouldn’t be enough -..."</title><description>“I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ - that wouldn’t be...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32935286599</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32935286599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2012 07:54:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Anne Sexton reading her poem, “The Truth the Dead...</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_32890553194" src="http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32890553194/audio_player_iframe/deadwriters/tumblr_mbdz3i2bhX1qb9i9n?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fdeadwriters%2F32890553194%2Ftumblr_mbdz3i2bhX1qb9i9n" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anne Sexton reading her poem, “The Truth the Dead Know”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(I’m fairly certain we’ve posted this before, but… enjoy it anyway ;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32890553194</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32890553194</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 15:47:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Deathday Ms. Sexton!</title><description>On this day, in 1974, confessional poet Anne Sexton, took her own life by asphyxiating herself with...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32870329073</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32870329073</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2012 08:21:46 -0500</pubDate><category>1974</category><category>anne sexton</category><category>dead writers club</category><category>october 4</category><category>To Bedlam and Part Way Back</category><category>live or die</category><category>pulitzer prize</category><category>1967</category><category>All My Pretty Ones</category><category>confessional poetry</category></item><item><title>"Writing involves a commitment greater than illness."</title><description>“Writing involves a commitment greater than illness.” - Bernard Malamud</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32822063384</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32822063384</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 15:29:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Deathday, Mr. Melville!</title><description>On September 28th in 1891, American author, Herman Melville passed away at the age of...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32461896913</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/32461896913</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2012 11:32:22 -0500</pubDate><category>moby dick</category><category>herman melville</category><category>september 28</category><category>1891</category><category>dead writer</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_majtzy2CSx1qb9i9no1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/31795199306</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/31795199306</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2012 09:09:34 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Writer Food: From A to Z</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.theawl.com/2012/08/writer-food-from-a-to-z"&gt;Writer Food: From A to Z&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/31059229096</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/31059229096</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 10:22:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Deathday, Mr. Lanier!</title><description>On this day in 1881, American poet and musician, Sidney Lanier died from possible complications due...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/31058680918</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/31058680918</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 10:07:00 -0500</pubDate><category>sidney lanier</category><category>happy</category><category>deathday</category><category>september</category><category>7th</category><category>1881</category><category>poet</category><category>writer</category><category>dead writer</category></item><item><title>"Constant work, constant writing and constant revision. The real writer learns nothing from life. He..."</title><description>“Constant work, constant writing and constant revision. The real writer learns nothing from...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29832629463</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29832629463</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 11:11:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title> ”Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?”...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xB_ftS7Om6s?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt; ”Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?” from “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman, first published in the 1855 edition of his lifelong masterpiece of Philosophical thoughts and poems “Leaves of Grass”. This one calls for us to strive to be original and not just repeat the ideas of those who are dead and gone. This is a great call to all writers, in our opinion. Listen carefully. There is wisdom here, storytellers. Hear it. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Credit goes to the extremely talented Jim Clark for his impeccable poetry animations! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29481234055</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29481234055</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 09:39:11 -0500</pubDate><category>walt whitman</category><category>song of myself</category><category>have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?</category><category>poetry animations</category><category>dead writers club</category><category>jim clark</category></item><item><title>"I might write four lines or I might write twenty. I subtract and I add until I really hit something...."</title><description>“I might write four lines or I might write twenty. I subtract and I add until I really hit...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29287742172</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29287742172</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 16:29:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Deathday, Mr. Hesse!</title><description>On this day in 1962, German author, Hermann Hesse, died of a Cerebral Hemorrhage. He died in...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29053873673</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/29053873673</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 09:48:15 -0500</pubDate><category>deathday</category><category>dead writer</category><category>dead writers club</category><category>hermann hesse</category><category>cerebral hemorrhage</category><category>1962</category><category>august 9</category><category>siddhartha</category><category>demian</category><category>gertrude</category><category>steppenwolf</category><category>the glass bead game</category><category>german</category></item><item><title>"Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron..."</title><description>““Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/28193199249</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/28193199249</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2012 07:04:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Deathday Mr. Wilmot!</title><description>                     “He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one”
On July 26th in 1680,...</description><link>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/28054337894</link><guid>http://deadwriters.tumblr.com/post/28054337894</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2012 09:33:34 -0500</pubDate><category>John Wilmot</category><category>dead writer</category><category>dead writers club</category><category>deathday</category><category>happy</category><category>july 26th</category><category>1680</category><category>syphilis</category><category>libertine</category></item></channel></rss>
