mandag den 7. april 2008

I was thinking about insincerity, and here I am sincere. One's own industry pollutes rivers. A somewhat saltier, earthier tomato grows there and is more seductive. He wouldn't live in a house in which every room was square. It is a matter of a more interesting counting. A fragment is not a fraction but a whole piece. Pinched down to an inch within an inch of where it had been. A word is an exception. A shooting star is something happening in the sky, as the lion that finally roars is something happening in the zoo. When you speak you play a language. The obvious analogy is with music. What the mad made. The dog digs dirt. It is always funny when the expectation matches the event.

Lyn Hejinian: My Life

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