You see all Yoknapatawpha in the dying last of day beneath you.
July 15, 2010 9:34 PM Subscribe
The writer has—has been stricken with the—the passion and beauty of life, the world, and a—a demon-driven need to—to express that, to put it down on paper or cut it into marble or into music, and with that foreknowledge that he has only a limited time to do it, he may be dead tomorrow—he's got to do it all while he can still breathe, and it's a—a desire, a need, to put the whole history of the human heart into any and every word, every paragraph that he writes, and the obscurity comes from a belief which I hold, that—that there is no such thing as "was."In the late 1950s William Faulkner was writer-in-residence at the University of Virginia. Extensive recordings of readings, reflections, and classes are now online. NPR summarizes.
Reading of "Spotted Horses."
Reading of The Sound and the Fury.
Reading of "The Town."
Reading of "A Word to Young Writers."
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