The light is always brightest at the beginning of the year. Nothing is redeemed, but it does look new. Time flows, and our faces are greyer. The cyclical time of nature outlasting our individual perspective. The trade-off we want but can't have: a broken circle.
The Roding finds its direction, it's inner pace, the way Latin words survive in another language; it considers the contours of the land and gently slows down or curves around at the right time. You wonder about this, how there's a kind of wisdom in its detours.
A wonderful line or two from Exley:
'I don't know how long I stood there, breathing in this terrified way; but at some moment-a moment wonderful in its protectiveness-the listlessness of defeat engulfed me, and I walked, trancelike,to the bed and lay down.'
Never read more than you can live. The arc of experience of your life so narrow that most of what you read brushes over you. Nothing inheres. Or maybe it's the lack of depth and not the narrowness itself since if you look hard enough you'll find enlightenment anywhere. The narrow road to deep north is the deep north. The times we live in, you like to think. How do you find a way around the shallowness, what kind of reality do you bear witness to?
There's less and less time for the false notes, for even the mockery of them. Buckle down, stay inside, keep warm, find some words.
The Roding finds its direction, it's inner pace, the way Latin words survive in another language; it considers the contours of the land and gently slows down or curves around at the right time. You wonder about this, how there's a kind of wisdom in its detours.
A wonderful line or two from Exley:
'I don't know how long I stood there, breathing in this terrified way; but at some moment-a moment wonderful in its protectiveness-the listlessness of defeat engulfed me, and I walked, trancelike,to the bed and lay down.'
Never read more than you can live. The arc of experience of your life so narrow that most of what you read brushes over you. Nothing inheres. Or maybe it's the lack of depth and not the narrowness itself since if you look hard enough you'll find enlightenment anywhere. The narrow road to deep north is the deep north. The times we live in, you like to think. How do you find a way around the shallowness, what kind of reality do you bear witness to?
There's less and less time for the false notes, for even the mockery of them. Buckle down, stay inside, keep warm, find some words.
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