The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. HD Thoreau, Walden
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Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Monday, January 16, 2017
Monday, January 9, 2017
Monday, January 2, 2017
Monday, May 9, 2016
Monday, April 18, 2016
Quiet Assertion
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves?
Even while we're still alive?
We wish to assert our existence,
like dogs peeing on fire hydrants.
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
Monday, March 28, 2016
Monday, March 7, 2016
The Chain We Forge
"You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling.
"Tell me why?"
"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost.
"I made it link by link, and yard by yard,
I girded it on of my own free will,
and of my own free will I wore it."
-Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
Monday, February 29, 2016
Jealousy
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster,
which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
-Shakespeare, Othello
It is the green-ey'd monster,
which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
-Shakespeare, Othello
Monday, February 22, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Backdraft
I took a deep breath
and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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