The Primacy of Language as Sound
A writer who never feels a desire to read aloud is like a composer who has no desire to hear music played.
The Big Parade
I’ve just come back from the war. I’m angry and tired and bored, Scarred by the things that I saw. Still don’t feel like I’m home. Don’t wanna go back, But I don’t wanna stay. I’m still waiting for The big parade. Just before dawn Doesn’t feel like last fall. Feels like a friend I’ve [...]
Love, n.
Love, n. A form of naïvete in regard to the character of another. Unsurprisingly — in light of the fact that we most often love those who resemble us in some way –. it also a form of naïvete in regard to oneself.