January 2010
19 posts
Sea Canes
Half my friends are dead. I will make you new ones, said earth No, give me them back, as they were, instead, with faults and all, I cried.
Tonight I can snatch their talk from the faint surf’s drone through the canes, but I cannot walk
on the moonlit leaves of ocean down that white road alone, or float with the dreaming motion
of owls leaving earth’s load. O earth, the number of...
Nothing uncool about this.
embracetherandom:
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“The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving.”
– Waking Life
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A writers version of textsfromlastnight.
“That is what is wrong with cold people. Not that they have ice in their souls -...”
– Lorrie Moore (Self-Help: Stories)
