Who is Joseph Campbell

Joseph John Campbell (March 26, 1904 – October 30, 1987) was an American writer. He was a professor of literature at Sarah Lawrence College who worked in comparative mythology and comparative religion. His work covers many aspects of the human experience. Campbell's best-known work is his book The Hero with a Thousand Faces (1949), in which he discusses his theory of the journey of the archetypal hero shared by world mythologies, termed the monomyth.

Since the publication of The Hero with a Thousand Faces, Campbell's theories have been applied by a wide variety of modern writers and artists. His philosophy has been summarized by his own often repeated phrase: "Follow your bliss." He gained recognition in Hollywood when George Lucas credited Campbell's work as influencing his Sta...
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Joseph Campbell Poems

  • The Hills Of Cualann
    In the youth of summer
    The hills of Cualann
    Are two golden horns,
    Two breasts of childing,...
  • The Blind Man At The Fair
    O to be blind!
    To know the darkness that I know.
    The stir I hear is empty wind,
    The people idly come and go....
  • On Waking
    Sleep, gray brother of death,
    Has touched me,
    And passed on.
    ...
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Light 3 Ancient 2 Beauty 2 Time 1 Golden 1 Movement 1 Pearl 1 Knowledge 1 Bright 1 Grass 1


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