This my notebook for everything else—amongst other things, you will find attempts at close reading, some navel-gazing, and all my other loves.
Found Language #007
“What intelligence a reader has must be exercised in the poetic game of hare-and-hounds, where ellipses mislead those who pursue sweet reasonableness.”
Found Language #006
“[I]f every language is inherently capable of expressing every human experience, then the attempts to save an endangered language seems ridiculous.”
Found Language #005
“I haven’t got a center. I don’t know where my center is. I don’t know where I’m going to find it.”
Found Language #004
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words.”
“You Are Awesome” — Notes On Validation (Kuenne, 2007)
And in a mishmash of clichés, here’s the lesson I keep on teaching myself as I grow older: that it is more important to be kind than to be right.
“It Is A Serious Thing / Just To Be Alive” — Notes On Red Bird: Poems By Mary Oliver
So many of Mary Oliver's poems are about surrender, or coming to the very point of breaking, of being broken.
“It was as if he loved the pain, loved it as he’d loved me…” — from The Lover by Marguerite Duras
Published in 1984, The Lover by Marguerite Duras is a novel about her childhood and experience living in French-colonial Indochine.
Someone I admire once said that writing is a lonely art. And I have found it to be true. It’s going to be an exhausting, self-deprecating and melancholy journey.
Found Language #003
Things I read today.
Found Language #002: On Edward Hopper
"You always feel that Edward Hopper is on the verge of saying something, but he hardly does."