January 2015
January Books
January 29, 2015
Reading, he says, is always this: there is a thing that is there, a thing made of writing, a solid, material object, which cannot be changed, and through this thing we measure ourselves against something else that is not present, something else that belongs to the immaterial, invisible world, because it can only be thought, […]
The Sea Half-Held
January 6, 2015
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night; I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosomed night! Press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! Mad naked summer night! Those lines are from Leaves of Grass, […]