July 2012
6 posts
The Storm
We lay in our bed as in a tomb awakened by thunder to the dark in which our house was one with night, and then light came as if the black roof of the world had cracked open, as if the night of all time had broken, and out our window we glimpsed the world birthwet and shining, as even the sun at noon had never made it shine. —Wendell Berry. Entries. (Pantheon Books, 1994.)
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black...
Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you? Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides with perfect courtesy, to let you in! Never to lie down on the...
Raymond Carver's Late Fragment in the N+7 Machine
The N+7 machine replaces each noun in a text with the seventh one following it in a dictionary. I’ve used the machine to generate 15 alternative texts for Raymond Carver’s poem Late Fragment. To put your own text in the N+7 machine, use this link: http://www.spoonbill.org/h+7/
Hat tip: Stan Carey.
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Late Fragment And did you get what what you wanted from this life, even so? I...
