Tuesday, July 15, 2014

reabsorb a servant

"He told me once that prose is poetry in the sense that a bird is still a bird when it sits still. And the last image he flung at me, with the glee of a Zen master, his eyes hugging me, his wisdom falling like rose petals from a teacher’s hands was this: 'If you want to break a dog’s heart,' he whispered, 'throw a stone into the sea.' " --Michael Harding on Dermot Healy (via thepagename dot blogspot)

A book of centos.

"She had learned in the cushioned silence that every artist is perforce a politician." --Geoff Ryman, The Child Garden (1989)

"We’re not dark tourists—we’re just interested in what happens in our lives."



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