Ideas I want to write about
The point is that I just don’t know what the lover knows; I just can’t see the artificial obvious that those in the know construct.
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How I feel being in the Comité. I don’t know what these lovers know. I can’t see the artificial obvious that they see, yet.
How could so many hide in the tree without my seeing them?
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The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand.
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Yes, it is.
propose to keep here what Thoreau called “a meteorological journal of the mind,” telling some tales and describing some of the sights of this rather tamed valley, and exploring, in fear and trembling, some of the unmapped dim reaches and unholy fastnesses to which those tales and sights so dizzyingly lead
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. Presto chango. The audience, if there is an audience at all, is dizzy from head-turning, dazed.
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Like Austin’s “Chexto Mixto” from Catalina
The wind is terrific out of the west; the sun comes and goes. I can see the shadow on the field before me deepen uniformly and spread like a plague. Everything seems so dull I am Pilgrim at Tinker Creek / 11 amazed I can even distinguish objects. And suddenly the light runs across the land like a comber, and up the trees, and goes again in a wink: ... See more
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Bordeom
We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what’s going on here. Then we can at least wail the right question into the swaddling band of darkness, or, if it comes to that, choir the proper praise
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Maybe I can wail my own crumbling body in the rocking chair at 2:45pm just a few hours before therapy. Maybe I can hurl my frustration by my own tired body, my own limited brain, my distracted attention span, my struggle with other people’s decisions, how long everything takes, and how hard it is for me to slow down.
In making the thick darkness a swaddling band for the sea, God “set bars and doors” and said, “Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further.” But have we come even that far? Have we rowed out to the thick darkness, or are we all playing pinochle in the bottom of the boat?
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This is how I feel about a lot of people, a lot of the time.
Through the puncture shoot the poisons that dissolve the victim’s muscles and bones and organs—all but the skin—and through it the giant water bug sucks out the vic-tim’s body, reduced to a juice. T