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Ink as Rain: May 2007
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Monday, May 28, 2007. Presence and Presents of Potter: In the Chamber. My legs were numb, my eyes raw. My back was curled tight over this little book, this little book that seemed to exert some phenomenal pressure as it rested on my lap. As he began to die at the hands of his enemies. And the same instinct, same ice-cold realization gripped me as I watched him, as though in liquid time, stab that dark little book. Tuesday, May 22, 2007. My hands shivered on the pa...
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Ink as Rain: Presence and Presents of Potter
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Sunday, May 20, 2007. Presence and Presents of Potter. It was a bright, crispy sort of day, one of those days where the seasons melt together and create a dizzying sort of barometric blur. The cold was too warm, the sun was too milky, and the wind was at once too harsh and too mild to retain a coherent identity. The words of the argument, I do not recall, but the sentiment of "No, I told you, I'm not going to read it! Well, duh.". I said. My eyes slipped to th...
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Ink as Rain: April 2006
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Sunday, April 16, 2006. What Stays With You. Someone in front of me rifles through a rattling plastic package. "Oh! She says, thick annoyance souring her voice, "We're out of the cherry flavor.". Pulling on a thick sweater (it's seventy one degrees! But I'm still cold. Eating, cake and fruit, snacking in frustration. "There's. Here to eat", I say. Don't you know, don't you know how many those crumbs would feed? But there is space to breathe. Sunday, April 09, 2006.
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Ink as Rain: February 2006
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Wednesday, February 22, 2006. Reflections on the Negev. There are. mountains all around me. I think. I don't know. Are they mountains, these mind-stunning epiphanies? I feel as if my chest has been crushed by a war hammer. Massive spasms of purest rock, straining, stretching up from mystery. Red and purple, blue- green! Have you ever seen green rock? I raise my eyes to the mountains,. Did he see himself from afar, a passing speck all-encompassed by Limitless Sight?
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Ink as Rain: My Circle
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Sunday, December 17, 2006. The world is shrinking. We are all so close, so tightly bound. It seems we could feel the breeze across the world, if we tried hard enough. Yet for me, the world seems larger than ever before. Every day, new phenomena are born for me. Seeing an arrest; fielding questions on topics I did not know existed. I smell a waking city; my pulse beats with one that will not sleep. And every night,. I think, slipping safe and solid into my circle.
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Ink as Rain: March 2006
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Monday, March 13, 2006. Not in Kansas Anymore. So that's the shuk.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." Vladimir Nabakov. View my complete profile. Not in Kansas Anymore.
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Ink as Rain: May 2006
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Tuesday, May 09, 2006. Aldah, a shekel! Their hands, soft and old. As they grope for my coins. She asks me for twenty. A bill, in exchange. My wallet is open and. I guesture at the Wall. The hands leave mine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." Vladimir Nabakov. View my complete profile.
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Ink as Rain: The Dance I Do
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Friday, January 05, 2007. The Dance I Do. Over the past few days (read: immeasurable span of time) I have been conducting a trying and persistent conversation (read: exhaustively fruitless argument) with myself. It generally plays out something like this:. I want to write a book. So write a book. Pause; sigh.). I don't have anything to write about. Oh, come on. No, seriously. No ideas. Zilch. So write an outline. Talk about your stupid rookie mistakes. I am I've n...
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Ink as Rain: Presence and Presents of Potter: In the Chamber
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Close the umbrella and let the color in. Monday, May 28, 2007. Presence and Presents of Potter: In the Chamber. My legs were numb, my eyes raw. My back was curled tight over this little book, this little book that seemed to exert some phenomenal pressure as it rested on my lap. As he began to die at the hands of his enemies. And the same instinct, same ice-cold realization gripped me as I watched him, as though in liquid time, stab that dark little book. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
