December 2010
33 posts
One of the jobs of poetry is to make the...
Richard Wilbur (via The Paris Review)
November 2010
27 posts
Sticks
by George Saunders.
Originally published in Story, Winter 1995.
Every year Thanksgiving night we flocked out behind Dad as he dragged the Santa suit to the road and draped it over a kind of crucifix he’d built out of metal pole in the yard. Super Bowl week the pole was dressed in ajersey and Rod’s helmet and Rod had to clear it with Dad if he wanted to take the helmet off. On...
Writing is the art of applying the seat of the...
Mary Heaton Vorse
(via Gregg Hurwitz)
Metastasis by Maureen Seaton
(Gilbert’s Bar House of Refuge, Hutchinson Island)
When the glaciers armied through Florida, like anywhere else, they left a mess of rocks and sand and animal bones behind them. They did this peacefully over a long period of time, and the animals felt peaceful as they died in the crush of ancient cold, and present-day sea creatures poking through deserted coral remember nothing of...
Just because the message may never be received...
Segaki
inpolitecompany asked: How does this work?
It is a joy to be hidden, but disaster not to be...
D.W. Winnicott