Who is Benjamin De Casseres
Benjamin De Casseres (April 3, 1873 – December 7, 1945) (often DeCasseres) was an American journalist, critic, essayist and poet. He was born in Philadelphia and began working at the Philadelphia Press at an early age, but spent most of his professional career in New York City, where he wrote for various newspapers including The New York Times, The Sun and The New York Herald. He was married to author Bio De Casseres, and corresponded with prominent literary figures of his time, including H. L. Mencken, Edgar Lee Masters, and Eugene O'Neill. He was a distant relative of Baruch Spinoza and was of Sephardic descent.Writing career
At the age of sixteen, De Casseres started working as an assistant to Charles Emory Smith, editor of the Philadelphia Press, for $4 pe...
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Benjamin De Casseres Poems
- Moth-terror
I have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it lies
upon the floor.
(O who will kill the great Time-Moth that eats holes in my soul
and that burrows in and through my secretest veils!)...
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Rida446: "every word we utter is but the utterance of a drowsy phantom in our blood — for this reason in rare moments of self-consciousness our voice sounds strange, far away, not ours. it is the sudden perception of that great truth: we are not ourselves." - benjamin de casseres,Crushnpain: 8. taxicab confessions (hbo, 1995–2006) 9. benjamin de casseres, “renaissance of the masher and swashbuckler,” new york times book review and magazine, october 9, 1921, 2,
Crushnpain: vicariously my eyes are tired of looking at things they do not see; my ears are broken with the sounds they cannot hear; my heart is swollen with the dolour of the times— another drop within this jar would o’erbrim the edge of sanity. -benjamin de casseres, september 1919
Crushnpain: “of course, all history is fiction… and life itself is a fiction, a dream, maybe, in the brain of a god getting over his evening souse.” —benjamin de casseres, “wasting time in the parlor-car,” judge, february 12, 1921
Fullegoism: 539 chiron the centaur, by benjamin de casseres • immediatism via /r/fullegoism
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