Outside in the snow, the For Sale sign looks fresh as the day it was hammered home. No one knows what the house is worth now. No one will buy it, so that's how much it is worth. Nothing. Despite which, we will owe tax based on that 'two and a bit'. For a house that is currently worth whistling for. I can't figure out the fake money from the real. I walk around this magic box, this trap, with its frost-flowered windows, weeping condensation as the morning proceeds. I gather my briefcase from the console table in the hall. I open the same door I have opened since I could reach the latch. And I head out to earn some money.
Anne Enright, The Forgotten Waltz (London: Jonathan Cape, 2011), 148.
Saturday 20 August 2011
The extra mile
There is no other place from which empathy
can begin but in negative space.
And perhaps that's what it means
to go the extra mile,
to get the right amount of distance
between how you started out
and where you arrive. Driving back
from the airport, she started thinking aloud,
wondering if the reason Blake gave Behemoth
such a remarkably human ear was to say:
only we know creation is a brilliant atrocity.
Yes, Job replies, glancing in the wing mirror,
the point being, when we remember this, something'll give -
time, most likely - a torn veil which uneclipses
the heavenly bodies, cures the navel gaze.
From 'The Extra Mile'.
Rachael Boast, Sidereal (London: Picador, 2011), 31.
can begin but in negative space.
And perhaps that's what it means
to go the extra mile,
to get the right amount of distance
between how you started out
and where you arrive. Driving back
from the airport, she started thinking aloud,
wondering if the reason Blake gave Behemoth
such a remarkably human ear was to say:
only we know creation is a brilliant atrocity.
Yes, Job replies, glancing in the wing mirror,
the point being, when we remember this, something'll give -
time, most likely - a torn veil which uneclipses
the heavenly bodies, cures the navel gaze.
From 'The Extra Mile'.
Rachael Boast, Sidereal (London: Picador, 2011), 31.
Tuesday 16 August 2011
Monday 18 April 2011
"...there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save."
— Mary Oliver
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save."
— Mary Oliver
Wednesday 6 April 2011
My love, leave yourself behind Beat inside me, leave you blind My love, you have found peace You were searching for release You gave it all, into the call You took a chance and You took a fall for us You came thoughtfully, loved me faithfully You taught me honor, you did it for me Tonight you will sleep for good You will wait for me my love Now I am strong You gave me all anekatips You gave all you had and now I am home My love, leave yourself behind Beat inside me, leave you blind My love, look what you can do I am mending, I'll be with you
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