Platform 9 3/4, the Hogwarts Express to the magical world of Harry Potter.
“My heart goes out to him. Sort of. Because empathy depends on how you’ve spent your day.”
-George Saunders
“NOTICE: Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in will be shot.
By Order of the Author, per G.G., Chief of Ordnance”
Mark Twain The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
“There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time.”
Three people caught in triangle by desperation. Don’t resolve it geographically, so it is crystallized and they have to go on indefinitely living that way.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack Up, “Ideas” (via chupacupcake) |
“Spelling” - Margaret Atwood
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
drew the curtains
so they could mainline words.
A child is not a poem,
a poem is not a child.
there is no either/or.
However.
I return to the story
of the woman caught in the war
& in labour, her thighs tied
together by the enemy
so she could not give birth.
Ancestress: the burning witch,
her mouth covered by leather
to strangle words.
A word after a word
after a word is power.
At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth.
This is a metaphor.
How do you learn to spell?
Blood, sky & the sun,
your own name first,
your first naming, your first name,
your first word.
“Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.”
-Samuel Beckett
