The quieting dark.
Tomorrow, I will return to sentences, I swear. Look, the thing is, at night what blazes curls back to itself. But it's only pausing until the sunlight strikes it.
posted by Dr. S at 11:55 PM
Friday, June 22, 2007
Tomorrow, I will return to sentences, I swear. Look, the thing is, at night what blazes curls back to itself. But it's only pausing until the sunlight strikes it.
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- In lieu of words:
- Low-grade oversight.
- Drowsing.
- Close-keeping.
- The tools my father gave me.
- Truths.
- Gifts and sights.
- How d'ye like them.
- Caretaking.
- The swift build.
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