To be faire, I think we're all idiots!
In the okefenokee, it is universally accepted, that from death comes the basis for new life. As the vegetation (as well as animal and mineral for that matter) fall to the basin of the swamp, the gasses that are released from the decay carry with them to the surface an astonishingly fertile soil, which for…
The noise robbed the thoughts out of your head and your life was robbed of a day and fed it to the system, whatever that was. from Nocturnes by Aidan O’Donoghue Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
There is even one spider who puts a sticky blob on the end of a short strand of web and then, like a little cowboy with a lasso, waves it around her head at passing flies. from Harvest for Hope by Jane Goodall Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary….
All day Joy sat on her neck in a deep chair, reading. Sometimes she went for walks but she didn’t like dogs or cats or birds or flowers or nature or nice young men. She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity..’ from Good Country People by Flannery O’Connor Sunday Sentence:…
And the ghostof Arthur Moore, who taught me Chaucer,returns in the night to say again:‘Let me tell you something, boy.An intellectual whore is a whore.‘ from the poem Some Further Words found in the collection The Mad Farmer Poems by Wendell Berry Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David…
A brief aside before we start: Last night, it was Adam Levine; front and center and completely unlike his public persona. That man is literally everywhere right now. As dreams in general go it wasn’t really all that strange, but it struck me enough to stay with me all day. I think it might have been…
The question of immortality has frequently engaged him, and on more than one occasion he has asked the priest if there is such a thing, whether one would really recognize oneself again; which for him must be a particularly pressing matter seeing that he has no self. from Notes on Jackson and His Dead by Hugh Fulham-McQuillan Sunday…
On our behalf they dreaded the closeness of adolescent friendship, the predatory behaviour of strangers on trains, the lure of the wrong kind of girl. How far their anxieties outran our experience. from The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired…