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All moist life is inside now. Dark oases of banks, hotels, restaurants, avid hearts. Valves open, glass doors sluice heavily inward all hours day and night vegetal interiors -- we are consumers. Sudde...
Posted by on Sun, 20 May 2007 08:08:00 GMT |
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Often she finds butchers flirtatious; out on Danforth Avenue where the anemic lamb carcasses suspend for three or four seconds her trust in bodily safety, before the mind rescues her from moral crisis...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 08:29:00 GMT |
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Fields flowered around us, crimson with poppies; a noontide breeze played in the yellowing rye; on the horizon virginal buckwheat rose like the wall of a distant monastery. The Volyns peaceful stream ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 20:01:00 GMT |
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I am not learned; I am not ignorant. I have known joys. That is saying too little: I am alive, and this life gives me the greatest pleasure. And what about death? When I die (perhaps any minute now), ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 20:28:00 GMT |
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4Can you remember when you began to know that you were living in a medieval world?Medieval is when you make it up from one day to the next, from one town to the next. Go down the road and a different ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 19:15:00 GMT |
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Ching YingAspen no. 10The pursuit of calligraphy is a lifetime undertaking and the majority of the famous calligraphers reached the height of their powers only at a venerable age and after a lifetim...
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 20:08:00 GMT |
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There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: they have meaning only in function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 18:06:00 GMT |
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From this pain rooted in me like a wedge, at the center of my purest reality, at the point of my sensibility where the two worlds of body and mind are joined, I have learned to distract myself by the ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 14:20:00 GMT |
