it was months ago when i picked rosehips along my path home by the sea, slipping each one like a little gold nugget into the pockets of my grey, zip-up jumper. i’d imagined doing it so many, many times, like a child in a candy shop, reaching up to pluck the beauties down; this time,…Read more i dream of rosehip tea.
at the end of days all days, including today, I am terrified of tomorrow, as if every sleep is a death, a dreamless, black hole that will drain away and shadow all future colour and life ~ I know it not to be so, but there is knowing and there is knowing, and until I…Read more Potent.ial
The Greek Spirit: For the Greeks only *watch* the objects of Nature, and form *surmises* respecting them; inquiring, in the depths of their souls, for the hidden meaning. According to Aristotle's dictum, that Philosophy proceeds from Wonder, the Greek view of Nature also proceeds from wonder of this kind. Not that in their experience, Spirit…Read more On Greek Spirit, Hegel
Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, to sully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, and the essence of words, writing, / breaks that / like speech breaks a full silence. / ... I live my life breaking things, so why am I so afraid of killing clowns? / / c. Kate Gough…Read more Killing Clowns
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. ~ Albert Einstein 1879-1955
Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it. — Anne De Lenclos
This is a plain, free-write response to reading Flannery O'Connor's 'The Nature and Aim of Fiction'. It was written in my journal on the 4th of January of 2006, and I do not claim it to be superior writing, but rather personal. Please follow the link if you would like to read O'Connor's piece for…Read more On Flannery O’Connor’s ‘The Nature and Aim of Fiction’